Chapters (28)
- A LADY OF QUALITY
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- Contents
- A Lady of Quality
- Chapter I - The Twenty-Fourth Day of November 1690
- Chapter II - In Which Sir Jeoffry Encounters His Offspring
- Chapter III - Wherein Sir Jeoffry's Boon Companions Drink a Toast
- Chapter IV - Lord Twemlow's Chaplain Visits His Patron's Kinsman, and Mistress Clorinda Shines on Her Birthday Night
- Chapter V - "Not I," Said She "there Thou Mayst Trust Me I Would Not Be Found Out"
- Chapter VI - Relating How Mistress Anne Discovered a Miniature
- Chapter VII - 'Twas the Face of Sir John Oxon the Moon Shone Upon
- Chapter VIII - Two Meet in the Deserted Rose Garden, and the Old Earl of Dunstanwolde is Made a Happy Man
- Chapter IX - "I Give to Him the Thing He Craves with All His Soul—Myself"
- Chapter X - "Yes—I Have Marked Him"
- Chapter XI - Wherein a Noble Life Comes to an End
- Chapter XII - Which Treats of the Obsequies of My Lord of Dunstanwolde, of His Lady's Widowhood, and of Her Return to Town
- Chapter XIII - Wherein a Deadly War Begins
- Chapter XIV - Containing the History of the Breaking of the Horse Devil, and Relates the Returning of His Grace of Osmonde from France
- Chapter XV - In Which Sir John Oxon Finds Again a Trophy He Had Lost
- Chapter XVI - Dealing with that Which was Done in the Panelled Parlour
- Chapter XVII - Wherein His Grace of Osmonde's Courier Arrives from France
- Chapter XVIII - My Lady Dunstanwolde Sits Late Alone and Writes
- Chapter XIX - A Piteous Story is Told, and the Old Cellars Walled In
- Chapter XX - A Noble Marriage
- Chapter XXI - An Heir is Born
- Chapter XXII - Mother Anne
- Chapter XXIII - "In One Who Will Do Justice, and Demands that it Shall Be Done to Each Thing He Has Made, by Each Who Bears His Image"
- Chapter XXIV - The Doves Sate Upon the Window-Ledge and Lowly Cooed and Cooed
The high courage and undaunted will which had been the engines she had used to gain her will from her infant years aided her in these days to carry out what her keen mind and woman's wit had designed, which was to take the county by storm with her beauty, and reign toast and enslaver until such time as she won the prize of a husband of rich estates and notable rank.
It was soon bruited abroad, to the amazement of the county, that Mistress Clorinda Wildairs had changed her strange and unseemly habits of life, and had become as much a young lady of fashion and breeding as her birth and charm demanded. This was first made known by her appearing one Sunday morning at church, accompanied—as though attended with a retinue of servitors—by Mistress Wimpole and her two sisters, whose plain faces, awkward shape, and still more awkward attire were such a foil to her glowing loveliness as set it in high relief. It was seldom that the coach from Wildairs Hall drew up before the lych-gate, but upon rare Sunday mornings Mistress Wimpole and her two charges contrived, if Sir Jeoffry was not in an ill-humour and the coachman was complaisant, to be driven to service. Usually, however, they trudged afoot, and, if the day chanced to be sultry, arrived with their snub-nosed faces of a high and shiny colour, or if the country roads were wet, with their petticoats bemired.
This morning, when the coach drew up, the horses were well groomed, the coachman smartly dressed, and a footman was in attendance, who sprang to earth and opened the door with a flourish.
The loiterers in the churchyard, and those who were approaching the gate or passing towards the church porch, stared with eyes wide stretched in wonder and incredulity. Never had such a thing before been beheld or heard of as what they now saw in broad daylight.
Mistress Clorinda, clad in highest town fashion, in brocades and silver lace and splendid furbelows, stepped forth from the chariot with the air of a queen. She had the majestic composure of a young lady who had worn nothing less modish than such raiment all her life, and who had prayed decorously beneath her neighbours' eyes since she had left her nurse's care.