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
For a few moments' space she stood where he had parted from her, looking as though listening to the sound of his step, as if she would not lose a footfall; then she went to the window, and stood among the flowers there, looking down into the street, and Anne saw that she watched his equipage.
'Twas early summer, and the sunshine flooded her from head to foot; the window and balcony were full of flowers—yellow jonquils and daffodils, white narcissus, and all things fragrant of the spring. The scent of them floated about her like an incense, and a straying zephyr blew great puffs of their sweetness back into the room. Anne felt it all about her, and remembered it until she was an aged woman.
Clorinda's bosom rose high in an exultant, rapturous sigh.
"'Tis the Spring that comes," she murmured breathlessly. "Never hath it come to me before."
Even as she said the words, at the very moment of her speaking, Fate—a strange Fate indeed—brought to her yet another visitor. The door was thrown open wide, and in he came, a lacquey crying aloud his name. 'Twas Sir John Oxon.
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Those of the World of Fashion who were wont to gossip, had bestowed upon them a fruitful subject for discussion over their tea-tables, in the future of the widowed Lady Dunstanwolde. All the men being enamoured of her, 'twas not likely that she would long remain unmarried, her period of mourning being over; and, accordingly, forthwith there was every day chosen for her a new husband by those who concerned themselves in her affairs, and they were many. One week 'twas a great general she was said to smile on; again, a great beau and female conqueror, it being argued that, having made her first marriage for rank and wealth, and being a passionate and fantastic beauty, she would this time allow herself to be ruled by her caprice, and wed for love; again, a certain marquis was named, and after him a young earl renowned for both beauty and wealth; but though each and all of those selected were known to have laid themselves at her feet, none of them seemed to have met with the favour they besought for.
There were two men, however, who were more spoken of than all the rest, and whose court awakened a more lively interest; indeed, 'twas an interest which was lively enough at times to become almost a matter of contention, for those who upheld the cause of the one man would not hear of the success of the other, the claims of each being considered of such different nature. These two men were the Duke of Osmonde and Sir John Oxon. 'Twas the soberer and more dignified who were sure his Grace had but to proffer his suit to gain it, and their sole wonder lay in that he did not speak more quickly.