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The Quest of the Golden Girl
By Richard le Gallienne
A ROMANCE
TO
PRIOR AND LOUISE CHRISTIAN；
WITH AFFECTION。
CONTENTS
BOOK I
CHAPTER
I。 AN OLD HOUSE AND ITS BACHELOR
II。 IN WHICH I DECIDE TO GO ON PILGRIMAGE
III。 AN INDICTMENT OF SPRING
IV。 IN WHICH I EAT AND DREAM
V。 CONCERNING THE PERFECT WOMAN； AND THEREFORE CONCERNING ALL
FEMININE READERS
VI。 IN WHICH THE AUTHOR ANTICIPATES DISCONTENT ON THE PART OF
HIS READER
VII。 PRANDIAL
VIII。 STILL PRANDIAL
IX。 THE LEGEND OF HEBES OR THE HEAVENLY HOUSEMAID
X。 AGAIN ON FOOT…THE GIRLS THAT NEVER CAN BE MINE
XI。 AN OLD MAN OF THE HILLS； AND THE SCHOOLMASTER'S STORY
XII。 THE TRUTH ABOUT THE GIPSIES
XIII。 A STRANGE WEDDING
XIV。 THE MYSTERIOUS PETTICOAT
XV。 STILL OCCUPIED WITH THE PETTICOAT
XVI。 CLEARS UP MY MYSTERIOUS BEHAVIOUR OF THE LAST CHAPTER
XVII。 THE NAME UPON THE PETTICOAT
XVIII。 IN WHICH THE NAME OF A GREAT POET IS CRIED OUT IN A
SOLITARY PLACE
XIX。 WHY THE STRANGER WOULD NOT LOSE HIS SHELLEY FOR THE WORLD
BOOK II
I。 IN WHICH I DECIDE TO BE YOUNG AGAIN
II。 AT THE SIGN OF THE SINGING STREAM
III。 IN WHICH I SAVE A USEFUL LIFE
IV。 'T IS OF NICOLETE AND HER BOWER IN THE WILDWOOD
V。 'T IS OF AUCASSIN AND NICOLETE
VI。 A FAIRY TALE AND ITS FAIRY TAILORS
VII。 FROM THE MORNING STAR TO THE MOON
VIII。 THE KIND OF THING THAT HAPPENS IN THE MOON
IX。 WRITTEN BY MOONLIGHT
X。 HOW ONE MAKES LOVE AT THIRTY
XI。 HOW ONE PLAYS THE HERO AT THIRTY
XII。 IN WHICH I REVIEW MY ACTIONS AND RENEW MY RESOLUTIONS
BOOK III
I。 IN WHICH I RETURN TO MY RIGHT AGE AND ENCOUNTER A COMMON
OBJECT OF THE COUNTRY
II。 IN WHICH I HEAL A BICYCLE AND COME TO THE WHEEL OF
PLEASURE
III。 TWO TOWN MICE AT A COUNTRY INN
IV。 MARRIAGE A LA MODE
V。 CONCERNING THE HAVEN OF YELLOW SANDS
VI。 THE MOORLAND OF THE APOCALYPSE
VII。 〃COME UNTO THESE YELLOW SANDS！〃
VIII。 THE TWELVE GOLDEN…HAIRED BAR…MAIDS
IX。 SYLVIA JOY
X。 IN WHICH ONCE MORE I BECOME OCCUPIED IN MY OWN AFFAIRS
XI。 〃THE HOUR FOR WHICH THE YEARS FOR WHICH I DID SIGH〃
XII。 AT THE CAFE DE LA PAIX
XIII。 THE INNOCENCE OF PARIS
XIV。 END OF BOOK THREE
BOOK IV
THE POSTSCRIPT TO A PILGRIMAGE
I。 SIX YEARS AFTER
II。 GRACE O' GOD
III。 THE GOLDEN GIRL
Gennem de Mange til En！
BOOK I
CHAPTER I
AN OLD HOUSE AND ITS BACHELOR
When the knell of my thirtieth birthday sounded； I suddenly realised； with a desolate feeling at the heart； that I was alone in the world。 It was true I had many and good friends； and I was blessed with interests and occupations which I had often declared sufficient to satisfy any not too exacting human being。 Moreover； a small but sufficient competency was mine； allowing me reasonable comforts； and the luxuries of a small but choice library； and a small but choice garden。 These heavenly blessings had seemed mere than enough for nearly five years； during which the good sister and I had kept house together； leading a life of tranquil happy days。 Friends and books and flowers！ It was； we said； a good world； and I； simpleton；pretty and dainty as Margaret was；deemed it would go on forever。 But； alas！ one day came a Faust into our garden；a good Faust； with no friend Mephistopheles；and took Margaret from me。 It is but a month since they were married； and the rice still lingers in the crevices of the pathway down to the quaint old iron…work gate。 Yes！ they have gone off to spend their honeymoon； and Margaret has written to me twice to say how happy they are together in the Hesperides。 Dear happiness！ Selfish； indeed； were he who would envy you one petal of that wonderful roseRosa MundiGod has given you to gather。
But； all the same； the reader will admit that it must be lonely for me； and not another sister left to take pity on me； all somewhere happily settled down in the Fortunate Isles。
Poor lonely old house！ do you； too； miss the light step of your mistress？ No longer shall her little silken figure flit up and down your quiet staircases； no more deck out your silent rooms with flowers； humming the while some happy little song。
The little piano is dumb night after night； its candles unlighted； and there is no one to play Chopin to us now as the day dies； and the shadows stoop out of their corners to listen in vain。 Old house； old house！ We are alone； quite alone；there is no mistake about that；and the soul has gone out of both of us。 And as for the garden； there is no company there； that is loneliest of all。 The very sunlight looks desolation； falling through the thick…blossoming apple…trees as through the chinks and crevices of deserted Egyptian cities。
While as for the bookswell； never talk to me again about the companionship of books！ For just when one needs them most of all they seem suddenly to have grown dull and unsympathetic； not a word of comfort； not a charm anywhere in them to make us forget the slow…moving hours； whereas； when Margaret was herebut it is of no use to say any more！ Everything was quite different when Margaret was here： that is enough。 Margaret has gone away to the Fortunate Isles。 Of course she'll come to see us now and again； but it won't be the same thing。 Yes！ old echoing silent House of Joy that is Gone； we are quite alone。 Now； what is to be done？
CHAPTER II
IN WHICH I DECIDE TO GO ON PILGRIMAGE
Though I have this bad habit of soliloquising； and indeed am absurd enough to attempt conversation with a house； yet the reader must realise from the beginning that I am still quite a young man。 I talked a little just now as though I were an octogenarian。 Actually； as I said； I am but just gone thirty； and I may reasonably regard life； as the saying is； all before me。 I was a little down…hearted when I wrote yesterday。 Besides； I wrote at the end of the afternoon； a melancholy time。 The morning is the time to write。 We are allthat is； those of us who sleep welloptimists in the morning。 And the world is sad enough without our writing books to make it sadder。 The rest of this book； I promise you； shall be written of a morning。 This book！ oh； yes； I forgot！I am going to write a book。 A book about what？ Well； that must be as God wills。 But listen！ As I lay in bed this morning between sleeping and waking； an idea came riding on a sunbeam into my room；a mad； whimsical idea； but one that suits my mood； and put briefly； it is this： how is it that I； a not unpresentable young man； a man not without accomplishments or experience； should have gone all these years without finding that
〃Not impossible she Who shall command my heart and me；〃
without meeting at some turning of the way the mystical Golden Girl；without； in short； finding a wife？
〃Then；〃 suggested the idea； with a blush for its own absurdity； 〃why not go on pilgrimage and seek her？ I don't believe you'll find her。 She isn't usually found after thirty。 But you'll no doubt have good fun by the way； and fall in with many pleasant adventures。〃
〃A brave idea； indeed！〃 I cried。 〃By Heaven； I will take stick and knapsack and walk right away from my own front door； right away where the road leads； and see what happens。 〃And now； if the reader please； we will make a start。
CHAPTER III
AN INDICTMENT OF SPRING
〃Marry！ an odd adventure！〃 I said to myself； as I stepped along in the spring morning air； for； being a pilgrim； I was involuntarily in a mediaeval frame of mind； and 〃Marry！ an odd adventure！〃 came to my lips as though I had been one of that famous company that once started from the Tabard on a day in spring。
It had been the spring； it will be remembered； that had prompted them to go on pilgrimage； and me； too； the spring was filling with strange； undefinable longings； and though I flattered myself that I had set out in pursuance of a definitely taken resolve； I had really no more freedom in the matter than the children who followed at the heels of the mad piper。
A mad piper； ind
