Flames

Flames

3.0 2
by Robert Smythe Hichens
     
 

View All Available Formats & Editions

Robert Hichens was an English journalist, novelist, music lyricist, short story writer, music critic and collaborated on successful plays. He is best remembered as a satirist of the "Naughty Nineties". Hichens was born in Speldhurst in Kent, the eldest son of a clergyman. He was educated at Clifton College, the Royal College of Music and early on had a desire to be a

Overview

Robert Hichens was an English journalist, novelist, music lyricist, short story writer, music critic and collaborated on successful plays. He is best remembered as a satirist of the "Naughty Nineties". Hichens was born in Speldhurst in Kent, the eldest son of a clergyman. He was educated at Clifton College, the Royal College of Music and early on had a desire to be a musician. Later in life he would be a music critic on the World, taking the place of George Bernard Shaw. He studied at the London School of Journalism. Hichens was a great traveller. Egypt was one of his favourite destinations - he first went there in the early 1890s for his health. For most of his later life he lived outside England, in Switzerland and the Riviera. He never married.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781530708161
Publisher:
CreateSpace Publishing
Publication date:
03/24/2016
Pages:
558
Product dimensions:
6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 1.13(d)

Read an Excerpt


CHAPTER III EPISODE OF THE FIRST SITTING "Now, then," said Valentine, "let us be absurd and try this sitting. Shall we clear this little table? " " Yes. It 's just the right size. It might do for three people, but certainly not for more." "There! Now, then." And, as the clork struck twelve, Valentine turned off the electric light, and they sat down with their hands upon the table. The room was only very dimly illuminated by the fire on the hearth, where Rip slept on, indifferent to their proceedings. "I suppose nothing could go wrong," Julian said, after a moment of silence. "Wrong! " " Yes. I don't know exactly what Marr meant, but he said that if unsuitable people sit together any amount of harm can result from it.'' "What sort of harm? " "I do n't know." "H'm! I expect that is all nonsense, like the rest of his remarks. Anyhow, Julian, no two people could ever hit it off better than you and I do. Wait a second.'' He jumped up and drew the curtain over the door. Wade had pulled it back when he came in. " I must have that curtain altered," Valentine said. "It is so badly hung that whenever the door is opened, it falls half way back, and looks hideous. That is better." He sat down again. "We won't talk," he said. " No. We 'll give thewhatever it is every chance. " They were silent. Presently it might have been a quarter of an hour Julian said suddenly: ' Do you feel anything? " ' 'M no," Valentine answered, rather doubtfully. 'Sure?" 'I think so." ' You can't merely think you are sure, old chap." 'Well, then yes, I 'll say I am sure." ' Right, " rejoined Julian. Again there was a silence, broken this time by Valentine. " Why did you ask me? " he said. 'Oh! no special reason. Ijust wanted to know." 'Th...

Customer Reviews

Average Review:

Write a Review

and post it to your social network

     

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

See all customer reviews >

Flames 3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not scary at all.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago