Chapters (50)
- ABOUT THE BOOK
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- TITLE PAGE
- INTRODUCTION
- A NOTE ON THE ILLUSTRATIONS
- TITUS GROAN
- The Hall of the Bright Carvings
- The Great Kitchen
- Swelter
- The Stone Lanes
- ‘The Spy-Hole’
- Fuchsia
- ‘Tallow and Birdseed’
- A Gold Ring for Titus
- Sepulchrave
- Prunesquallor’s Knee-Cap
- The Attic
- The Frivolous Cake
- ‘Mrs Slagg By Moonlight’
- Keda
- ‘First Blood’
- ‘Assemblage’
- ‘Titus is Christened’
- Means of Escape
- ‘A Field of Flagstones’
- ‘Over the Roofscape’
- ‘Near and Far’
- ‘Dust and Ivy’
- ‘The Body by the Window’
- ‘Ullage of Sunflower’
- Soap for Greasepaint
- At the Prunesquallors
- A Gift of the Gab
- While the Old Nurse Dozes
- Flay Brings a Message
- The Library
- In a Lime-Green Light
- Reintroducing the Twins
- ‘The Fir-Cones’
- Keda and Rantel
- The Room of Roots
- ‘Inklings of Glory’
- ‘Preparations for Arson’
- The Grotto
- Knives in the Moon
- ‘The Sun Goes Down Again’
- ‘Meanwhile’
- ‘The Burning’
- And Horses Took Them Home
- COVER
‘They resemble rubber, your ladyship, ha, ha, ha, ha. Just a core of india-rubber, with an elastic centre. Oh yes, they are. Very, very much so. Resilience is no word for it. Ha, ha, ha, absolutely no word for it – oh dear me, no. Every ounce, a bounce, ha, ha, ha! Every ounce, a bounce.’
‘What are you talking about man!’ said the Countess.
‘I was referring to your child, who has just fallen on the floor.’
‘Fallen?’ queried the Countess in a gruff voice. ‘Where?’
‘To earth, your ladyship, ha, ha, ha. Fallen positively to earth. Earth, that is, with a veneer or two of stone, wood and carpet, in between its barbaric self and his minute lordship whom you can no doubt hear screaming.’
‘So that’s what it is,’ said Lady Groan, from whose mouth, which was shaped as though she were whistling, the grey bird was picking a morsel of dry cake.
‘Yes,’ said Cora on her right, who had run up to her directly the baby had fallen and was staring up at her sister-in-law’s face. ‘Yes, that’s what it is.’
Clarice, who had appeared on the other side in a reverse of her sister’s position, confirmed her sister’s interpretation, ‘that’s just what it is.’
Then they both peered around the edge of the Countess and caught each other’s eyes knowingly.
When the grey bird had removed the piece of cake from her ladyship’s big pursed-up mouth it fluttered from her shoulder to perch upon her crooked finger where it clung as still as a carving, while she, leaving the twins (who, as though her departure had left a vacuum between them came together at once to fill it) proceeded to the site of the tragedy. There she saw Sourdust recovering his dignity, but shaking in his crimson sacking while he did so. Her husband, who knew that it was no situation for a man to deal with, stood aside from the scene, but looked nervously at his son. He was biting the ferrule of his jade-headed rod and his sad eyes moved here and there but constantly returned to the crying crownless infant in the nurse’s arms.
The Countess took Titus from Mrs Slagg and walked to the bay window.