Chapters (49)
- BIRDS OF PREY
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- 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
If the orders for stalls and private boxes were not allowed to serve as an excuse for visits, they at least necessitated the writing of letters; and no human being, except a lover, would have been able to understand why such long letters must needs be written about such a very small business. The letters secured replies; and when the order sent was for a box, Mr. Hawkehurst was generally invited to occupy a seat in it. Ah, what did it matter on those happy nights how hackneyed the plot of the play, how bald the dialogue, how indifferent the acting! It was all alike delightful to those two spectators; for a light that shone neither on earth nor sky brightened everything they looked on when they sat side by side.
And during all these pleasant afternoons at the villa, or evenings at the theatre, Diana Paget had to sit by and witness the happiness which she had dreamed might some day be hers. It was a part of her duty to be present on these occasions, and she performed that duty punctiliously. She might have made excuses for absenting herself, but she was too proud to make any such excuses.
"Am I such a coward as to tell a lie in order to avoid a little pain more or less? If I say I have a headache, and stay in my own room while he is here, will the afternoon seem any more pleasant or any shorter to me? The utmost difference would be the difference between a dull pain and a sharp pain; and I think the sharper agony is easier to bear." Having argued with herself thus, Miss Paget endured her weekly martyrdom with Spartan fortitude.
"What have I lost?" she said to herself, as she stole a furtive glance now and then at the familiar face of her old companion. "What is this treasure, the loss of which makes me seem to myself such an abject wretch? Only the love of a man who at his best is not worthy of this girl's pure affection, and at his worst must have been unworthy even of mine. But then at his worst he is dearer to me than the best man who ever lived upon this earth."