Chapters (49)
- BIRDS OF PREY
- *
- Contents
- BOOK THE FIRST - FATAL FRIENDSHIP
- Chapter I - The House in Bloomsbury
- Chapter II - Philip Sheldon Reads the "Lancet"
- Chapter III - Mr. And Mrs. Halliday
- Chapter IV - A Perplexing Illness
- Chapter V - The Letter from the "Alliance" Office
- Chapter VI - Mr. Burkham's Uncertainties
- BOOK THE SECOND - THE TWO MACAIRES
- Chapter I - A Golden Temple
- Chapter II - The Easy Descent
- Chapter III - "Heart Bare, Heart Hungry, Very Poor"
- BOOK THE THIRD - HEAPING UP RICHES
- Chapter I - A Fortunate Marriage
- Chapter II - Charlotte
- Chapter III - George Sheldon's Prospects
- Chapter IV - Diana Finds a New Home
- Chapter V - At the Lawn
- Chapter VI - The Compact of Gray's Inn
- Chapter VII - Aunt Sarah
- Chapter VIII - Charlotte Prophesies Rain
- Chapter IX - Mr. Sheldon on the Watch
- BOOK THE FOURTH - VALENTINE HAWKEHURST'S RECORD
- Chapter I - The Oldest Inhabitant
- Chapter II - Matthew Haygarth's Resting-Place
- Chapter III - Mr. Goodge's Wisdom
- BOOK THE FIFTH - RELICS OF THE DEAD
- Chapter I - Betrayed by a Blotting-Pad
- Chapter II - Valentine Invokes the Phantoms of the Past
- Chapter III - Hunting the Judsons
- Chapter IV - Glimpses of a Bygone Life
- BOOK THE SIXTH - THE HEIRESS OF THE HAYGARTHS
- Chapter I - Disappointment
- Chapter II - Valentine's Record Continued
- Chapter III - Arcadia
- Chapter IV - In Paradise
- Chapter V - Too Fair to Last
- Chapter VI - Found in the Bible
- BOOK THE SEVENTH - CHARLOTTE'S ENGAGEMENT
- Chapter I - "In Your Patience Ye Are Strong"
- Chapter II - Mrs. Sheldon Accepts Her Destiny
- Chapter III - Mr. Hawkehurst and Mr. George Sheldon Come to an Understanding
- Chapter IV - Mr. Sheldon is Propitious
- Chapter V - Mr. Sheldon is Benevolent
- Chapter VI - Riding the High Horse
- Chapter VII - Mr. Sheldon is Prudent
- Chapter VIII - Christmas Peace
I obeyed my employer to the letter; hired my landlord's dog-cart for another day's exploration; and went further afield in search of Miss Charlotte's marriage-lines. I came home late at night—this time thoroughly worn out—studied a railway guide with a view to my departure, and decided on starting for Hull by a train that would leave Hidling station at four o'clock on the following afternoon.
I went to bed tired in body and depressed in spirit. Why was I so sorry to leave Huxter's Cross? What subtle instinct of the brain or heart made me aware that the desert region amongst the hills held earth's highest felicity for me?
The next morning was bright and clear. I heard the guns of sportsmen popping merrily in the still air as I breakfasted before an open window, while a noble sea-coal fire blazed on the hearth opposite me. There is no stint of fuel at the Magpie. Everything in Yorkshire seems to be done with a lavish hand. I have heard Yorkshiremen called mean. As if meanness could exist in the hearts of my Charlotte's countrymen! My own experience of the county is brief; but I can only say that my friends of the Magpie are liberality itself, and that a Yorkshire tea is the very acme of unsophisticated bliss in the way of eating and drinking. I have dined at Philippe's; I know every dish in the menu of the Maison Dorée; but if I am to make my life a burden beneath the dark sway of the demon dyspepsia, let my destruction arrive in the shape of the ham and eggs, the crisp golden-brown cakes, and undefiled honey, of this northern Arcadia.
I told my friendly hostess that I was going to leave her, and she was sorry. She was sorry for me, the wanderer. I can picture to myself the countenance of a London landlady if informed thus suddenly of her lodger's departure, and her suppressed mutterings about the ill-convenience of such a proceeding.
After breakfast I went out to take my own pleasure. I had done my duty in the matter of mouldy churches and mildewed registries; and I considered myself entitled to a holiday during the few hours that must elapse before the starting of the hybrid vehicle for Hidling.