A Rainy June, and Other Stories — Themes and Context
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Cardinal had consented at last, though I believe he had made all kinds of fuss first. Lady Gladys, you know, is very, _very_ High Church, and I suppose that reconciled a little the very irreconcilable Prelate. She thinks of nothing but the Church and her missions and her poor people. I am afraid the Roman Prince will get dreadfully bored. And they are going down into Bedfordshire, of all places, to be shut up for a month! It is very stupid of her, and such a wet season as it is! They are going to Coombe Bysset, her aunt, Lady Caroline's place. I fancy Romeo will soon be bored, and I don't think Coombe Bysset at all judicious. I would have gone to Homburg, or Deauville, or Japan.'
_From the Principessa di San Zenone, Coombe Bysset, Luton, Beds., to the Countess of Cowes, London._
'DEAREST MOTHER,--I am too, too, too happy. It is no use writing about it. I would if I could, but I _can't_. He is delighted with Coombe, and says the verdure is something wonderful. We got here just as the sun was setting. There were all Aunt Carrie's school children out to meet us, with baskets of roses. Piero said they looked like bigger roses themselves. He is enchanted with our rural England. It is very fine to-day, and I do so hope it won't rain, but the glass is falling. Forgive a hurried word like this. I am going to take Piero on the lake. I know you haven't liked it, dear; but I am sure when you see how happy I am you will say there was never anyone like him on earth.
'He is an angel. We ride in the morning, we sing and play in the evening. We adore each other all the twenty-four hours through. I wonder however I could have lived without him. I am longing to see all he tells me about his great marble palaces, and his immense dreamlike villas, and his gardens with their multitude of statues, and the wonderful light that is over it all. He protests it is always twilight with us in England. It seems so absurd, when nowadays everybody knows everything about everywhere, that I should never have been to Italy. But we were such country mice down at dear, old, dull, green, muddy Ditchworth. Lanciano, the biggest of all their big places, must be like a poem. It is a great house, all of different coloured marbles, set amidst ilex groves on the mountain side, with cascades like Terni, and gardens that were planned by Giulio Romano, and temples that were there in the days of Horace. I long to see it all, and yet I hope he will not want to leave Coombe yet. There is no place like the place where one is _first_ happy. And somehow, I fancy I look better in these homely, low rooms of Aunt Carrie's, with their Chippendale furniture and their smell of dry rose leaves, than I shall do in those enormous palaces which want a Semiramis or a Cleopatra. They were kind enough to make a fuss about me in London, but I never thought much of myself, and I am afraid I must feel rather dull to Piero, who is so brilliant himself, and has all kinds of talents.'
_From the Countess of Cowes, Cowes House, London, to the Duchess of Dunne, Wavernake, Worcestershire._
Ouida's A Rainy June, and Other Stories opens with a letter from an Italian prince to a duchess, confessing his enchantment with an Englishwoman he describes as 'a lily made into a woman.' This epistolary beginning establishes a pattern of contrasts—between Italian and English sensibilities, between spiritual purity and worldly vulgarity—that runs through the collection. The prince's hyperbolic language, calling her 'as blonde as the dawn and as pure as a pearl,' immediately signals Ouida's ornate, emotionally charged style.
The second story, 'Don Gesualdo,' shifts to a Sicilian village where a priest confronts a carter who has confessed to murder under the seal of confession. The carter's stolid refusal to surrender himself, his resentment of the miller's widow's finery, and his chilling pragmatism—'Hell is far off, and the galleys are near'—create a stark moral impasse. Ouida's prose here is dense with psychological detail, contrasting the priest's fervent conviction with the criminal's impenetrable self-love.
Epistolary Intimacy and Cultural Distance
The opening story, 'A Rainy June,' is told entirely through a letter from the Principe di San Zenone to the Duchessa dell'Aquila Fulva. This form allows Ouida to blend confession and justification, as the prince defends his infatuation while acknowledging the duchess's disapproval. He contrasts the Englishwoman's 'repose' and 'innocence' with the 'crowded, over-coloured, vulgar London life,' and explicitly distances her from 'the fast young ladies of England' seen in Rome. The letter's intimate tone—'Carissima Teresa'—and its detailed descriptions of her standing 'with a knot of roses in her hand under a cedar tree' create a vivid, subjective portrait. Yet the reader only hears one side, leaving the duchess's response and the woman's own character implied. This asymmetry heightens the sense of cultural and emotional distance, as the prince's Italian romanticism clashes with English restraint. Ouida uses the letter to explore how love is mediated through language, with the prince's metaphors (snow on the Leonessa, cool spring water) revealing his own idealizing gaze.
Moral Stalemate in 'Don Gesualdo'
In 'Don Gesualdo,' Ouida presents a priest trapped by the seal of confession. The carter has confessed to murdering his master, but refuses to surrender to justice, motivated by spite toward the miller's widow Generosa, who now suffers in prison. Don Gesualdo's arguments—'You will burn for ever if you persist in such hideous wickedness'—are met with the carter's blunt reply: 'Hell is far off, and the galleys are near.' The story's tension lies in the priest's inability to move the criminal, whose 'stolid ignorance and self-love' form an 'absolute shield against persuasion.' Ouida emphasizes the carter's class resentment: he envies Generosa's 'finery' and 'pearl necklace,' recalling her imperious commands to draw water or carry wood. The confession, made 'per sfogarsi' (to relieve himself), becomes a burden shared but not absolved. The priest's anguish—'he could awaken no sense of guilt in the conscience of the criminal'—underscores a crisis of faith and justice, where ecclesiastical authority meets human obduracy.
Recurring Imagery and Thematic Threads
Across the excerpts, Ouida employs recurring imagery that ties the stories together. Whiteness appears prominently: the Englishwoman is 'so white,' compared to 'snow on the Leonessa'; Generosa's 'pearl necklace' and 'silver hairpins' evoke a similar purity that contrasts with the carter's grime. The natural world is used symbolically—the cedar tree, the river, the millstones—but also as a site of social encounter. The prince's first sight of the woman occurs at an 'afternoon club on the river,' a setting that blends leisure with artificiality. In 'Don Gesualdo,' the millstone becomes a metaphor for the carter's deafness: 'he might as well have spoken to the great millstones that rest in the river water.' These details suggest a pattern of innocence corrupted or inaccessible, whether through class envy, cultural misunderstanding, or moral failure. Ouida's prose, with its long, periodic sentences and precise physical descriptions, creates a world where beauty and brutality coexist, and where characters are often trapped by their own natures.
Readers approaching this collection should attend to the way Ouida builds each story around a central confrontation—between lovers, between a priest and a sinner, between faith and doubt. The ornate language is not mere decoration; it carries the emotional weight of characters who are acutely aware of their own positions. The incomplete excerpts leave the resolutions of 'Don Gesualdo' and 'The Silver Christ' unknown, but the patterns established—of stubbornness, of longing, of moral complexity—offer a coherent vision of human limitation.
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