: Henry James
: The American
: Seltzer Books
: 9781455352999
: 1
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: Erzählende Literatur
: English
: 861
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Classic Henry James novel. According to Wikipedia: 'Henry James,(1843 - 1916), son of theologian Henry James Sr., brother of the philosopher and psychologist William James and diarist Alice James, was an American-born British author. He is one of the key figures of 19th century literary realism; the fine art of his writing has led many academics to consider him the greatest master of the novel and novella form. He spent much of his life in England and became a British subject shortly before his death. He is primarily known for a series of major novels in which he portrayed the encounter of America with Europe. His plots centered on personal relationships, the proper exercise of power in such relationships, and other moral questions. His method of writing from the point of view of a character within a tale allowed him to explore the phenomena of consciousness and perception, and his style in later works has been compared to impressionist painting.'

CHAPTER VII


 

 One evening very late, about a week after his visit to Madame de Cintre, Newman's servant brought him a card. It was that of young M. de Bellegarde.  When, a few moments later, he went to receive his visitor, he found him standing in the middle of his great gilded parlor and eying it from cornice to carpet. M. de Bellegarde's face, it seemed to Newman, expressed a sense of lively entertainment. "What the devil is he laughing at now?" our hero asked himself.  But he put the question without acrimony, for he felt that Madame de Cintre's brother was a good fellow, and he had a presentiment that on this basis of good fellowship they were destined to understand each other.  Only, if there was anything to laugh at, he wished to have a glimpse of it too.

 

"To begin with," said the young man, as he extended his hand,"have I come too late?"

 

"Too late for what?" asked Newman.

 

"To smoke a cigar with you."

 

"You would have to come early to do that," said Newman."I don't smoke."

 

"Ah, you are a strong man!"

 

"But I keep cigars," Newman added. "Sit down."

 

"Surely, I may not smoke here," said M. de Bellegarde.

 

"What is the matter?  Is the room too small?"

 

"It is too large.  It is like