May
23
Woman in White Episode 1

EPISODE 1

Woman in White Episode 1

The mystery begins in episode 1 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 2

EPISODE 2

Woman in White Episode 2

The mystery continues in episode 2 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 3

EPISODE 3

Woman in White Episode 3

The mystery continues in episode 3 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 4

EPISODE 4

Woman in White Episode 4

The mystery continues in episode 4 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 5

EPISODE 5

Woman in White Episode 5

The mystery continues in episode 5 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 6

EPISODE 6

Woman in White Episode 6

The mystery continues in episode 6 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 7

EPISODE 7

Woman in White Episode 7

The mystery continues in episode 7 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 8

EPISODE 8

Woman in White Episode 8

The mystery continues in episode 8 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 9

EPISODE 9

Woman in White Episode 9

The mystery continues in episode 9 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 10

EPISODE 10

Woman in White Episode 10

The mystery continues in episode 10 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 11

EPISODE 11

Woman in White Episode 11

The mystery continues in episode 11 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 12

EPISODE 12

Woman in White Episode 12

The mystery continues in episode 12 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 13

EPISODE 13

Woman in White Episode 13

The mystery continues in episode 13 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 14

EPISODE 14

Woman in White Episode 14

The mystery continues in episode 14 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 15

EPISODE 15

Woman in White Episode 15

The mystery continues in episode 15 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 16

EPISODE 16

Woman in White Episode 16

The mystery continues in episode 16 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 17

EPISODE 17

Woman in White Episode 17

The mystery continues in episode 17 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 18

EPISODE 18

Woman in White Episode 18

The mystery continues in episode 18 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 19

EPISODE 19

Woman in White Episode 19

The mystery continues in episode 19 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 20

EPISODE 20

Woman in White Episode 20

The mystery continues in episode 20 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 21

EPISODE 21

Woman in White Episode 21

The mystery continues in episode 21 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 22

EPISODE 22

Woman in White Episode 22

The mystery continues in episode 22 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 23

EPISODE 23

Woman in White Episode 23

The mystery continues in episode 23 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

May
23
Woman in White Episode 24

EPISODE 24

Woman in White Episode 24

The mystery concludes in episode 24 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.

Woman in White Episode 10
EPISODE 10

Woman in White Episode 10

The mystery continues in episode 10 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.
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Previously on The Woman in White

The evening has come and gone. No extraordinary event has happened. But I have noticed certain peculiarities in the conduct of Sir Percival and the Count, which have sent me to my bed feeling very anxious and uneasy about Anne Catherick, and about the results which to-morrow may produce.

I know enough by this time, to be sure, that the aspect of Sir Percival which is the most false, and which, therefore, means the worst, is his polite aspect. That long walk with his friend had ended in improving his manners, especially towards his wife. To Laura’s secret surprise and to my secret alarm, he called her by her Christian name, asked if she had heard lately from her uncle, inquired when Mrs. Vesey was to receive her invitation to Blackwater, and showed her so many other little attentions that he almost recalled the days of his hateful courtship at Limmeridge House. This was a bad sign to begin with, and I thought it more ominous still that he should pretend after dinner to fall asleep in the drawing-room, and that his eyes should cunningly follow Laura and me when he thought we neither of us suspected him. I have never had any doubt that his sudden journey by himself took him to Welmingham to question Mrs. Catherick—but the experience of to-night has made me fear that the expedition was not undertaken in vain, and that he has got the information which he unquestionably left us to collect. If I knew where Anne Catherick was to be found, I would be up to-morrow with sunrise and warn her.

While the aspect under which Sir Percival presented himself to-night was unhappily but too familiar to me, the aspect under which the Count appeared was, on the other hand, entirely new in my experience of him. He permitted me, this evening, to make his acquaintance, for the first time, in the character of a Man of Sentiment—of sentiment, as I believe, really felt, not assumed for the occasion.

For instance, he was quiet and subdued—his eyes and his voice expressed a restrained sensibility. He wore (as if there was some hidden connection between his showiest finery and his deepest feeling) the most magnificent waistcoat he has yet appeared in—it was made of pale sea-green silk, and delicately trimmed with fine silver braid. His voice sank into the tenderest inflections, his smile expressed a thoughtful, fatherly admiration, whenever he spoke to Laura or to me. He pressed his wife’s hand under the table when she thanked him for trifling little attentions at dinner. He took wine with her. “Your health and happiness, my angel!” he said, with fond glistening eyes. He ate little or nothing, and sighed, and said “Good Percival!” when his friend laughed at him. After dinner, he took Laura by the hand, and asked her if she would be “so sweet as to play to him.” She complied, through sheer astonishment. He sat by the piano, with his watch-chain resting in folds, like a golden serpent, on the sea-green protuberance of his waistcoat. His immense head lay languidly on one side, and he gently beat time with two of his yellow-white fingers. He highly approved of the music, and tenderly admired Laura’s manner of playing—not as poor Hartright used to praise it, with an innocent enjoyment of the sweet sounds, but with a clear, cultivated, practical knowledge of the merits of the composition, in the first place, and of the merits of the player’s touch in the second. As the evening closed in, he begged that the lovely dying light might not be profaned, just yet, by the appearance of the lamps. He came, with his horribly silent tread, to the distant window at which I was standing, to be out of his way and to avoid the very sight of him—he came to ask me to support his protest against the lamps. If any one of them could only have burnt him up at that moment, I would have gone down to the kitchen and fetched it myself.

“Surely you like this modest, trembling English twilight?” he said softly. “Ah! I love it. I feel my inborn admiration of all that is noble, and great, and good, purified by the breath of heaven on an evening like this. Nature has such imperishable charms, such inextinguishable tenderness for me!—I am an old, fat man—talk which would become your lips, Miss Halcombe, sounds like a derision and a mockery on mine. It is hard to be laughed at in my moments of sentiment, as if my soul was like myself, old and overgrown. Observe, dear lady, what a light is dying on the trees! Does it penetrate your heart, as it penetrates mine?”

He paused, looked at me, and repeated the famous lines of Dante on the Evening-time, with a melody and tenderness which added a charm of their own to the matchless beauty of the poetry itself.

“Bah!” he cried suddenly, as the last cadence of those noble Italian words died away on his lips; “I make an old fool of myself, and only weary you all! Let us shut up the window...

The mystery continues in episode 10 of The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins.