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  1. A LADY OF QUALITY
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  3. Contents
  4. A Lady of Quality
  5. Chapter I - The Twenty-Fourth Day of November 1690
  6. Chapter II - In Which Sir Jeoffry Encounters His Offspring
  7. Chapter III - Wherein Sir Jeoffry's Boon Companions Drink a Toast
  8. Chapter IV - Lord Twemlow's Chaplain Visits His Patron's Kinsman, and Mistress Clorinda Shines on Her Birthday Night
  9. Chapter V - "Not I," Said She "there Thou Mayst Trust Me I Would Not Be Found Out"
  10. Chapter VI - Relating How Mistress Anne Discovered a Miniature
  11. Chapter VII - 'Twas the Face of Sir John Oxon the Moon Shone Upon
  12. Chapter VIII - Two Meet in the Deserted Rose Garden, and the Old Earl of Dunstanwolde is Made a Happy Man
  13. Chapter IX - "I Give to Him the Thing He Craves with All His Soul—Myself"
  14. Chapter X - "Yes—I Have Marked Him"
  15. Chapter XI - Wherein a Noble Life Comes to an End
  16. Chapter XII - Which Treats of the Obsequies of My Lord of Dunstanwolde, of His Lady's Widowhood, and of Her Return to Town
  17. Chapter XIII - Wherein a Deadly War Begins
  18. Chapter XIV - Containing the History of the Breaking of the Horse Devil, and Relates the Returning of His Grace of Osmonde from France
  19. Chapter XV - In Which Sir John Oxon Finds Again a Trophy He Had Lost
  20. Chapter XVI - Dealing with that Which was Done in the Panelled Parlour
  21. Chapter XVII - Wherein His Grace of Osmonde's Courier Arrives from France
  22. Chapter XVIII - My Lady Dunstanwolde Sits Late Alone and Writes
  23. Chapter XIX - A Piteous Story is Told, and the Old Cellars Walled In
  24. Chapter XX - A Noble Marriage
  25. Chapter XXI - An Heir is Born
  26. Chapter XXII - Mother Anne
  27. 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"
  28. Chapter XXIV - The Doves Sate Upon the Window-Ledge and Lowly Cooed and Cooed

There was but one thing connected with her which was not a weapon to her hand, and this was, that she was not a fortune. Sir Jeoffry had drunk and rioted until he had but little left. He had cut his timber and let his estate go to rack, having, indeed, no money to keep it up. The great Hall, which had once been a fine old place, was almost a ruin. Its carved oak and noble rooms and galleries were all of its past splendours that remained. All had been sold that could be sold, and all the outcome had been spent. The county, indeed, wondered where Mistress Clorinda's fine clothes came from, and knew full well why she was not taken to court to kneel to the Queen. That she was waiting for this to make her match, the envious were quite sure, and did not hesitate to whisper pretty loudly.

The name of one man of rank and fortune after another was spoken of as that of a suitor to her hand, but in some way it was discovered that she refused them all. It was also known that they continued to worship her, and that at any moment she could call even the best among them back. It seemed that, while all the men were enamoured of her, there was not one who could cure himself of his passion, however hopeless it might be.

Her wit was as great as her beauty, and she had a spirit before which no man could stand if she chose to be disdainful. To some she was so, and had the whim to flout them with great brilliancy. Encounters with her were always remembered, and if heard by those not concerned, were considered worthy both of recollection and of being repeated to the world; she had a tongue so nimble and a wit so full of fire.

Young Sir John Oxon's visit to his relative at Eldershawe being at an end, he returned to town, and remaining there through a few weeks of fashionable gaiety, won new reputations as a triumpher over the female heart. He made some renowned conquests and set the mode in some new essences and sword-knots. But even these triumphs appeared to pall upon him shortly, since he deserted the town and returned again to the country, where, on this occasion, he did not stay with his relative, but with Sir Jeoffry himself, who had taken a boisterous fancy to him.