She had had a spell of it after she had got into bed--rather worse than any she had had yet.And she was afraid her mother would notice her red eyes at breakfast and keep at her with minute, persistent, mosquito-like questions regarding the cause thereof.Title: The Blue Castle (1926) Author: Lucy Maude Montgomery * A Project Gutenberg of Australia e Book * e Book No.: 0200951Language: English Date first posted: November 2002 Date most recently updated: December 2010 This e Book was produced by: Don Lainson [email protected] Gutenberg of Australia e Books are created from printed editions which are in the public domain in Australia, unless a copyright notice is included.
All that supported her through the boredom of her days was the hope of going on a dream spree at night. One who wooed her with all the romantic ardour of the age of chivalry and won her after long devotion and many deeds of derring-do, and was wedded to her with pomp and circumstance in the great, banner-hung chapel of the Blue Castle.
For nineteen years she had looked at it and hated it, beautiful, smug, self-satisfied Queen Louise. Mother and Cousin Stickles would have been aghast, or, as Valancy irreverently expressed it in her thoughts, would have had a fit. But her room in the Blue Castle was everything a room should be.
Valancy, so cowed and subdued and overridden and snubbed in real life, was wont to let herself go rather splendidly in her day-dreams.
Most, if not all, of the Stirlings would have died of horror if they had known half the things Valancy did in her Blue Castle. At twelve, this lover was a fair lad with golden curls and heavenly blue eyes.
At fifteen, he was tall and dark and pale, but still necessarily handsome. At twenty-five, he had a clean-cut jaw, slightly grim, and a face strong and rugged rather than handsome.
She knew the ugliness of that room by heart--knew it and hated it. Stirling would sulk for days if offended, with the airs of an insulted duchess.