Quotations from Cholmondeley's letters and fiction

'They were a little frightened at first, as they all knew I had perpetrated a book, which of course was odd: but they soon got better, and are now inclined to be curious as to "how I did it".'

Letter to Richmond Ritchie describing a country house visit in the summer of 1890

'A man's mental rank may generally be determined by his estimate of woman. If he stands low he considers her – Heaven help her! – such a one as himself. If he climbs high he takes his ideal of her along with him, and, to keep it safe, places it above himself.'

Diana Tempest

'Even while we dream of love, those whom we love are parted from us in an early hour when we think not, without so much as a rose to take with them out of the garden of roses that was planted and fostered for them alone.'

Diana Tempest

"When we look back at what we were seven years ago, five years ago, and perceive the difference in ourselves, a difference amounting almost to change of identity; when we look back and see in how many characters we have lived and loved and suffered and died before we reached the character that momentarily clothes us, and from which our soul is struggling out to clothe itself anew; when we feel how the sympathy even of those who love us best is always with our last expression, never with our present feeling, always with the last dead self on which our climbing feet are set-"
"She is hopelessly confused", said Mr Gresley without reading to the end of the sentence, and substituting the word ladder for dead self.

Red Pottage

'Red Pottage' is a book to be read by candidates for Orders. Examining chaplains would do well to set papers on it; it should be discussed at Church Congresses and in Clergy Retreats.

Edinburgh Review 1910

'Red Pottage' is one of the most popular novels of the season, and ... the most obvious reason for its popularity among women is a seemingly authoritative disclosure of man's imperfect nature.

The Nation 1900

'And so you married for a home I suppose?' he snarled, showing his black teeth, 'for silken gowns and delicate fare and costly furs such as you are wearing now.'
She did not answer.
'You had better have gone on the streets and stuck to your painting.'
Blanche's dark eyes met the painter's horrible leer without flinching.
'I wish I had,' she said.

The Goldfish