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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

"You give me all I have," she said, "and you love me nobly, and I am grateful."

Her assemblies were the most brilliant in the town, and the most to be desired entrance to. Wits and beauties planned and intrigued that they might be bidden to her house; beaux and fine ladies fell into the spleen if she neglected them. Her lord's kinsman the Duke of Osmonde, who had been present when she first knelt to Royalty, had scarce removed his eyes from her so long as he could gaze. He went to Dunstanwolde afterwards and congratulated him with stately courtesy upon his great good fortune and happiness, speaking almost with fire of her beauty and majesty, and thanking his kinsman that through him such perfections had been given to their name and house. From that time, at all special assemblies given by his kinsman he was present, the observed of all observers. He was a man of whom 'twas said that he was the most magnificent gentleman in Europe; that there was none to compare with him in the combination of gifts given both by Nature and Fortune. His beauty both of feature and carriage was of the greatest, his mind was of the highest, and his education far beyond that of the age he lived in. It was not the fashion of the day that men of his rank should devote themselves to the cultivation of their intellects instead of to a life of pleasure; but this he had done from his earliest youth, and now, in his perfect though early maturity, he had no equal in polished knowledge and charm of bearing. He was the patron of literature and art; men of genius were not kept waiting in his antechamber, but were received by him with courtesy and honour. At the Court 'twas well known there was no man who stood so near the throne in favour, and that there was no union so exalted that he might not have made his suit as rather that of a superior than an equal. The Queen both loved and honoured him, and condescended to avow as much with gracious frankness. She knew no other man, she deigned to say, who was so worthy of honour and affection, and that he had not married must be because there was no woman who could meet him on ground that was equal. If there were no scandals about him—and there were none—'twas not because he was cold of heart or imagination. No man or woman could look into his deep eye and not know that when love came to him 'twould be a burning passion, and an evil fate if it went ill instead of happily.