Ex Libris 
 C. K. OGDEN 
 
 THE LIBRARY 
 
 OF 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY 
 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES
 
 WORTH WHILE
 
 • That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true ; 
 Such is life's trial, as old earth smiles and knows. 
 If you loved only what were worth your love. 
 Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you ; 
 Make the low nature better by your throes ! 
 Give earth yourself, go up for gain above. 
 
 BROWNING.
 
 WORTH WHILE 
 
 BY 
 
 F. F. MONTRESOR 
 
 AUTHOR OF 'into THE HIGHWAYS AND HEDGES* 
 'the one WHO LOOKED ON,' ETC. 
 
 EDWARD ARNOLD 
 
 (pu6ft0^er io t^i 3nbta Office 
 
 LONDON NEW YORK 
 
 37 BEDFORD STREET 70 FIFTH AVENUE 
 
 1896
 
 Copyright, 1896, by Edward Arnold
 
 PR 
 503Cd 
 
 M7^8w 
 
 DEDICATION 
 
 TO M. H. J?. STRACEY. 
 
 My dear Mary, 
 
 I wish this tiny book to have your name 
 at the beginning, firstly, because I know that you like 
 one of these stories beyond its deserts ; secondly, 
 because you alone will recognise the little red-haired 
 girl who has found her way into it. 
 
 You say that you thijik that these unanswered 
 letters are too sad, in spite of the title {which is of 
 your fi?iding) of the story. 
 
 Well, then, I will put a letter, which will reach 
 its destination on the first page, and will send you a 
 message which I know will find an answer. 
 
 Your affectionate sister, 
 
 F. F. MONTRESOR. 
 
 'rf'^O'^Q
 
 PREFACE 
 
 It has occurred to me that in Miss 
 Dougall's novel Beggars All there is a 
 minor incident of a clerk who writes 
 a letter to himself. 
 
 I do not think that my small story 
 is guilty of plagiarism, yet I should like 
 to acknowledge here any possible sug- 
 gestion which may have come to me 
 through a book which I have read with 
 
 great pleasure. 
 
 F. F. M.
 
 CONTENTS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 WORTH WHILE ..... 13 
 LADY JANE 73
 
 I 
 
 One buildeth ; and behold 
 
 In that strange land 
 Which yet is nigh to us 
 His castles stand 
 With their foundations sure. 
 
 II 
 
 He giveth ; thinking not 
 
 To find again. 
 His empty, eager hands 
 Are free from stain 
 To touch what some have missed. 
 
 Ill 
 
 He dreameth ? Who shall say ? 
 
 Perchance we dream, 
 Who walk with earth-bound eyes, 
 And idle deem 
 Those things Death handleth not.
 
 WORTH WHILE 
 
 * * * * 
 
 ' I have now related to you everything 
 that has occurred to me since last 
 Sunday. 
 
 * Please give my love to all my brothers 
 and sisters. — Your affectionate son, 
 
 'Samuel Green.' 
 
 The writer put down his pen with a 
 pleased half-tender smile, when he had 
 written the last words of his letter in a 
 neat, clerkly hand. 
 
 ' It will be a post later than usual this 
 week,' he said to himself; ' I had so much 
 of importance to tell.'
 
 14 WORTH WHILE 
 
 He folded the sheets carefully, ad- 
 dressed the envelope to 
 'Mrs. Green, 
 
 lo Queensland Avenue, TV./ 
 and put it into his pocket unstamped. 
 
 It was a long letter. It is probable 
 that few mothers receive so detailed an 
 account of their son's doings as that epistle 
 contained, — an account as faithfully minute 
 as Pepys' diary. 
 
 Samuel Green was a middle-aged city 
 clerk. He had lately enjoyed an increase 
 of salary, and now, like Goldsmith's 
 parson, considered himself 'passing rich.' 
 
 In a silent, quiet way, he was distinctly 
 proud of his position. 
 
 Samuel had been brought up in a 
 workhouse, from whence in due time he 
 had been started in life, with a Bible, a 
 respectable place, and some rather severe
 
 WORTH WHILE I 5 
 
 advice, which he had received with stoHd 
 propriety. He had been an * average ' 
 boy. ' Average ability,' * average con- 
 duct,' 'average health,' was written in 
 the report against his name. He had 
 been one of the children whom it is 
 difficult to remember among a number. 
 
 Apparently he had no distinguishing 
 characteristic. 
 
 He had been found in a destitute con- 
 dition when he was three years old. 
 
 He was then a sandy-haired, plain 
 child, with a squat figure, light eyes, 
 and a freckled face. He had settled 
 down in the workhouse without any 
 tears ; at sixteen he had left that dreary 
 institution without any regret. He was 
 missed by no one. 
 
 Samuel had been dull at lessons, but 
 he had only got into one serious scrape
 
 1 6 WORTH WHILE 
 
 during his school-days. He had man- 
 aged to secrete, and had been seen to 
 post, a letter, contrary to regulations. 
 Any letters written by the workhouse 
 school-children were supposed to be 
 overlooked by the authorities. 
 
 The master had regarded the boy with 
 distrust from that time forward. 
 
 ' You have always pretended that you 
 have no friends outside. I am afraid 
 you are sly,' he had remarked. 
 
 Samuel had wriggled and giggled awk- 
 wardly ; no one knew how much he re- 
 sented the imputation. Unfortunately 
 he was thin-skinned. 
 
 His honesty was never questioned after 
 he left the ' Union ' ; neither did any one 
 interfere again with his weekly letters. 
 They became more manly, and showed 
 more intelligence as time went on.
 
 WORTH WHILE I 7 
 
 Samuel ceased to regard grown-up 
 people as his natural enemies The dis- 
 trust that he had somehow imbibed with 
 ' charity soup ' wore off. He began to 
 take an evident interest in his master's 
 business. He wrote about 'our affairs' 
 and ' our boss.' 
 
 He admired and liked 'our boss,' and 
 was very loyal to him. ' Our boss ' gave 
 him lessons in book-keeping. Samuel 
 was grateful, though it was only in his 
 Sunday letter that he managed to express 
 his feelings. ' Our boss ' had a pretty 
 daughter, who was presently mysteriously 
 alluded to as ' she.' 
 
 Samuel was nineteen when ' she ' was 
 first mentioned. 
 
 The pretty daughter married a linen- 
 draper, and Samuel's letters became de- 
 spairing and blotted. Then there was 
 
 B
 
 I 8 WORTH WHILE 
 
 an interval of two months, when he did 
 not write at all ; after that he began again 
 and went on more steadily than ever. 
 
 His youth passed ; he grew rather stout, 
 and his letters became more precise in 
 their wording". He evidently took some 
 pride in his composition and penmanship. 
 His affectionate mother would hardly re- 
 cognise the sandy-haired child of the 
 workhouse if she were to see him now. 
 
 ' The quietest and kindest gentleman 
 as ever was,' his landlady said of Mr. 
 Green. The last-named quality had 
 grown, and slowly developed with increas- 
 ing years. Samuel had always been slow 
 about everything. 
 
 On this particular Sunday he went out 
 for his usual stroll when he had finished 
 his letter. He carefully locked his door 
 and took the key with him.
 
 WORTH WHILE 1 9 
 
 He had not many possessions, but such 
 as they were, he set great store by them. 
 
 He was generous, and gave shyly and 
 by stealth from what, to many people, 
 would have been a scanty income ; there- 
 fore he had seldom a shilling to spare 
 for a present to himself. 
 
 But occasionally he bought something, — 
 some china ornament perhaps, or a cheap 
 print to hang on his wall. 
 
 These things were to him what an ' old 
 master ' might be to a rich collector. 
 
 Wealth is, after all, largely symbolic. 
 Samuel Green was by no means a poor 
 man. 
 
 He gave the landlady's child a penny 
 on his way out, and gave it with a pleasant 
 little air of patronage. The child looked 
 after him with an expression of admiration 
 and awe.
 
 20 WORTH WHILE 
 
 The squat middle-aged clerk, with the 
 sandy hair and kind, broad face, was a 
 Croesus in her estimation. He was the 
 only one among her mother's lodgers 
 who ever gave pennies. 
 
 Presently Samuel got into a 'bus. It 
 felt comfortably warm after the cold out- 
 side. He enjoyed being in a 'bus. He 
 liked to sit in a corner, to listen snugly 
 to bits of conversation, and to watch his 
 fellow-creatures. 
 
 He was an observant person, but he 
 differed from some students of humanity, 
 in that he was singularly humble-minded, 
 and not at all given to generalising. 
 
 At the corner of Edgware Road the 
 'bus stopped, and a girl in a round drab 
 cape, and a skimpy drab dress got into it. 
 
 She stood holding on to the rail, and 
 Samuel Green observed her with unusual
 
 WORTH WHILE 21 
 
 sympathy, because her clothes bore the 
 unmistakable stamp of 'charity.' 
 
 He was always sorry for charity- 
 children. 
 
 The girl had bright golden-red hair, 
 that curled wherever the institution scissors 
 allowed it to. Her complexion was brilliant, 
 and the bit of her neck that showed above 
 the uncompromising line of the ugly cape 
 was as white as the petals of a white rose. 
 She had a huge laundry-basket on her 
 arm, and was panting from the effort of 
 lugging it in. She was flustered and 
 embarrassed, for the passengers looked 
 sourly at her when she planted her wash- 
 ing on their feet. 
 
 One of her wrists was badly chapped ; 
 the sharp frost had made it bleed. 
 
 An old woman observed on the fact 
 aloud.
 
 22 WORTH WHILE 
 
 ' Your 'and 's a sicrht. You should 
 wrap it up,' she said. The girl having 
 vainly endeavoured to cover the cut with 
 her too short sleeve, plunged her hand 
 into the bosom of her dress (the drab 
 frocks were evidently pocketless) and 
 grew very red over a fruitless search for 
 a handkerchief. 
 
 Samuel Green touched her foot with 
 his own, and unobtrusively held out a 
 big' cotton bandana. The oirl stared 
 doubtfully, then thanked him with a 
 friendly smile. 
 
 ' I '11 wash it when I get back, and 
 send it home clean, sir,' said she. ' If 
 you '11 kindly tell me where to post it to.' 
 
 Her features were irregular, but her 
 face was wonderfully merry when she 
 smiled, and childishly woe-begone when 
 she looked sad.
 
 WORTH WHILE 23 
 
 *Mr. Green, lo Adela Terrace, Tot- 
 tenham Court Road,' said Samuel. 
 
 He wished to ask her what 'Home' 
 she belonged to, but he refrained. He 
 reflected that the girl had probably been 
 told not to talk to strangers. This little 
 city clerk had the instincts of a gendeman. 
 
 The girl seemed to enjoy her drive 
 when she had recovered her composure 
 and breath. Her brown eyes were full 
 of pleasure. 
 
 ' I should not think that the teacher 
 would find any difficulty in remembering 
 her name,' thought Samuel. ' She is 
 evidently full of life and fun. She looks 
 as if she often laughed. Dear me! I 
 don't remember that I ever laughed when 
 I was her age.' 
 
 When Oxford Street was reached she 
 picked up her huge basket again, and
 
 24 WORTH WHILE 
 
 with a funny little attempt at a curtsey 
 to Mr. Green, made her way to the end 
 of the 'bus. 
 
 ' Quick now ! ' cried the conductor. He 
 helped her down without stopping the 
 'bus, for the roads were frozen, and the 
 strain on the horses terrible. The next 
 moment there was a shout and a terrified 
 scream. The basket lay overturned on 
 the road. The little charity girl had 
 lost her footing, and had fallen, ap- 
 parently under the hoofs of a huge dray- 
 horse. 
 
 Samuel was out of the 'bus, and was 
 shoving his way through the quickly 
 collected crowd, with a promptness which 
 afterwards surprised himself Some one 
 had dragged the girl up. Her hat had 
 been crushed, and the red gold of her 
 hair was powdered with frozen snow.
 
 WORTH WHILE 25 
 
 She had fainted from fright and pain. 
 Her left arm had been broken under a 
 wheel, but her face was unscratched. 
 
 ' Is she dead ? ' said Samuel. 
 
 ' Lor' no ! She 's coming to already. 
 Does she belong to you, sir ? ' said the 
 man in whose arms the girl lay. ' You 'd 
 best take her straight to the hospital.' 
 
 ' So I will,' said Samuel. 
 
 He was a man of few words, and it did 
 not seem necessary to explain, just then, 
 that the girl did not belong to him. 
 
 It was after this incident that the story, 
 which was the story of his life, began to 
 unfold itself in his weekly letters. 
 
 They were all put into pillar-boxes 
 unstamped. They all reached their goal 
 in the dead-letter office. There they lay 
 for a time, like bodies in their graves, 
 and then were destroyed.
 
 26 WORTH WHILE 
 
 That had been the fate of each one 
 of the candid confessions to ' Mrs. Green ' 
 from the first, written in childish loneli- 
 ness from the workhouse, to the very- 
 last, but one, of all. 
 
 Samuel never (except when he was in 
 France) put his address at the top of 
 the sheet. 
 
 He did not wish his tale to be re- 
 turned. 
 
 I suppose that he knew well enough 
 that his ' mother ' was a figment, woven 
 of the stuff that ungranted longings are 
 made of. He knew also what was the 
 real fate of his affectionate epistles, for 
 he was no madder than the majority 
 of us. 
 
 But he never dwelt on that knowledge 
 when he wrote, any more than we dwell 
 on the physical side of death. After all,
 
 WORTH WHILE 1"] 
 
 we are most of us, thank Heaven ! more 
 or less of Idealists. 
 
 The letters show a side of the worthy 
 and respectable clerk's character that few 
 people guessed at. Therefore I give 
 them for what they are worth, just as 
 they were written. 
 
 He may seem rather a fool to some of 
 you, but, for my part, I cannot but feel a 
 tender respect for him. 
 
 '^ Jan. i^th, 1890. 
 
 ' My dear Mother, — This has been a 
 most eventful week. Mr. Bell has opened 
 his new premises in Tottenham Court 
 Road, and the increase in my salary now 
 makes it possible for me to lay by a 
 matter of fifteen pounds per annum. 
 
 *As you know, the possibility of a 
 workhouse in my old age has always
 
 28 WORTH WHILE 
 
 been a bugbear to me. It is quite un- 
 reasonable of me to admit such a fear, 
 for there is no prospect that it will be 
 fulfilled. 
 
 ' I have, however, been unable to for- 
 get that it was once proved to me that 
 the majority of the children born and 
 brought up in a workhouse drift back 
 to it sooner or later. The pauper taint 
 seems to cling to them. In my present 
 respected, and I may say highly respon- 
 sible, position, it would seem absurd of 
 me to feel pained at the recollection of 
 my boyhood. 
 
 * You will bid me consider how far I 
 have climbed since the day when the 
 Union gates closed on me. Besides, I 
 was not borjt in the Union. I will not 
 believe that there is any vagrant blood 
 in me. All my instincts are respect-
 
 WORTH WHILE 29 
 
 able. I feel convinced that an entirely 
 unmerited catastrophe forced you to de- 
 sert me. 
 
 * Among the thousands of children 
 brought up by the State, some must come 
 of estimable, though unfortunate, parents. 
 
 * I feel a pity for such children, which 
 is almost foolishly strong, and which led 
 me to visit St. Mary's Hospital last visit- 
 ing day. The girl I went to see had 
 been hurt in an accident, of which I was 
 a witness. 
 
 * I cannot but remember how, when I 
 was laid up with a scalded leg in the 
 infirmary, I envied the patients who re- 
 ceived letters and visits. 
 
 'The remembrance overcame my re- 
 luctance to enter a public institution. 
 
 * The girl (her name is Letty Colby) 
 was up, and was walking about the ward
 
 2,0 WORTH WHILE 
 
 with her left arm in a sling. She was 
 naturally surprised to see me, and thought 
 that I had come to recover my handker- 
 chief. 
 
 ' I felt somewhat shy at first. You 
 know that I never find it easy to talk 
 to people. 
 
 * Letty has a frank and open manner, 
 which makes it rather pleasant to con- 
 verse with her. She is singularly merry, 
 and she seemed very happy. 
 
 * Her father was a Frenchman, and a 
 strolling juggler ; her mother was an Irish 
 country girl. Letty said that she should 
 be very sorry when her arm got well, for 
 all the nurses were so kind to her, and 
 she found it "great fun" to be allowed 
 to amuse some of the patients. 
 
 ' She has evidently already made many 
 friends.
 
 WORTH WHILE 3 1 
 
 ' She sat on a low stool by the fire while 
 she talked to me, and rocked a cradle 
 with her foot. There was a miserable 
 wizened little baby in the cradle. It 
 woke up after a time, and when Letty 
 bent over it, it clutched at her short 
 bright hair with its little waxy feeble 
 fingers, and Letty laughed and blushed. 
 
 ' I have thought of that several times 
 since.' 
 
 ^Jan. 2\st. 
 * * * * 
 
 ' Letty tells me that she will be dis- 
 charged from the hospital to-morrow. The 
 matron of the Orphanage will come to 
 fetch her. Her time at the Home has 
 nearly expired. She will be sixteen next 
 week. The matron wishes her to go into 
 service, but Letty herself longs to get an 
 engagement at the Christmas Pantomime.
 
 32 WORTH WHILE 
 
 ' I feel reluctant to lose sight of this 
 girl. There is a freshness about her 
 which seems to impart a sort of charm 
 to any place where she is. No doubt 
 they will miss her very much when she 
 leaves the " Home." 
 
 ' Her smallest action has a curiously 
 unusual interest. I am unable to help 
 watching her when she fetches a chair or 
 unties her apron. It is extremely pretty 
 to see her with a baby. I have never 
 noticed that other people are interesting 
 in the same way. This girl is, in fact, 
 entirely different from any other person, 
 — that is her peculiarity.' 
 
 'Feb. 4tk. 
 ' My dear Mother, — I did not write 
 to you last week. There is something 
 unsatisfying in letters. At my age a man
 
 WORTH WHILE S3 
 
 should be bound by human ties ; he 
 should have children to cling to him, 
 and a wife to warm his heart. I wish 
 that I could say, *' My wife," " My boy," 
 "My Httle girl." It is all very well to 
 write to an imaginary mother, but I can- 
 not invent a wife. 
 
 ' Letty has gone into service. She has 
 none of the obstinacy and sullen inde- 
 pendence that possessed me when I was 
 a boy. 
 
 * She tells me that she '* sobbed as if 
 her heart would break " when she said 
 good-bye to the teachers and 'girls at the 
 Orphanage ; yet she has been longing for 
 her time to be up all this year. 
 
 * I cannot quite understand this.' 
 
 'March ist. 
 
 "^ * *!* Tf* 
 
 ' Letty has left her place and has got 
 
 c
 
 34 WORTH WHILE 
 
 an engagement at the " Savoy." She 
 says she "could not bear to vex matron," 
 and that therefore she went out as under- 
 housemaid, but that she never intended 
 to stick to that sort of thing. 
 
 ' She has a very pretty voice, and a 
 very quick ear. 
 
 ' She is Hving with a respectable widow, 
 a cousin of my landlady, I persuaded 
 her to go there, for Letty is very young 
 to live by herself. She is always easily 
 persuaded, and I admire her ready bright 
 way of taking a friend's advice. 
 
 ' In spite of the great difference in age 
 and experience, I think I may say that 
 Letty and I are friends. The only thing 
 that I have to complain of is, that she 
 makes an unnecessary number of friends. 
 One is surely enough. That is, if he is 
 thoroughly honest, and steady, with a
 
 WORTH WHILE 35 
 
 sufficient knowledge of the world, and old 
 enough to be a real protection to her.' 
 
 ''June \^th. 
 * * * * 
 
 ' I have been to pay my usual Sunday 
 visit to Letty. She had on a dark blue 
 dress ; it fitted her quite close, in the way 
 that ladies' dresses fit them. Her hair 
 has grown long, and she wears it tied 
 up behind with a black ribbon. She 
 looks quite grown-up now, and she has 
 become slim and tall. It would be diffi- 
 cult for an ordinary acquaintance to re- 
 cognise her, had he not seen her since 
 she was at the Orphanage. 
 
 * Letty talks with her hands as well as 
 with her eyes and her mouth, but that 
 she always did, even when she was in 
 the 'bus. I remember that I noticed
 
 36 WORTH WHILE 
 
 it when she thanked me for my hand- 
 kerchief. 
 
 * She had a tea-party to-day, and she 
 made merry jokes and sang songs to us. 
 
 ' She insisted on giving me the most 
 comfortable chair. She is always very 
 coaxing and gentle in her manner to me. 
 She says that I was so kind to her when 
 she was a child, as if that were a hundred 
 years ago. 
 
 ' It is riorht and nice of her to be sfrate- 
 ful, but I sometimes wish that she would 
 treat me with less respect ; I am not so 
 very old yet. 
 
 ' Not that I want to be placed on a 
 level with that young ass who was hang- 
 ing about her this evening. I almost 
 think that I had better give her a word 
 of advice about him. He stares at her 
 offensively. It is absurd to allow him
 
 WORTH WHILE 2il 
 
 to come to tea with her every Sunday. 
 Why should he? I have heard too that 
 he fetches her from the theatre. Now 
 that is preposterous! If Letty wants an 
 escort, I can easily manage to go for her 
 myself There is no occasion to trouble 
 him in the matter.' 
 
 ^June 2ist. 
 * * * * 
 
 ' I spoke to Letty about that young 
 counter-jumper. 
 
 * She would not be serious, and I lost 
 my temper. I shall not go to see her 
 next Sunday. 
 
 * Letty is getting altogether out of my 
 sphere.' 
 
 'July sih. 
 
 ■^ -^ ■Sp ^ 
 
 * I went to the Savoy last week. It is
 
 ^S WORTH WHILE 
 
 impossible to observe any one else when 
 Letty is on the stage. As I remarked 
 long ago, Letty is quite unlike other girls 
 in the way in which she holds one's atten- 
 tion, and enlivens any place in which she 
 happens to be. Now that is clearly not 
 the sort of person who would naturally 
 be a friend of mine. 
 
 ' There has never been the least spark 
 of originality about ??ze. It is very 
 obvious that we had better part and go 
 our different ways. I told Letty this on 
 the Sunday before last. 
 
 ' I think I will write to her and tell her 
 so again. Perhaps she will not agree. 
 Perhaps she will write in return. If Letty 
 should write in return, it would be some- 
 thing to keep always. 
 
 ' No orirl has ever written to me.'
 
 WORTH WHILE 39 
 
 (Unfortunately Letty did not write to 
 Mr. Green in return. vShe had other 
 things to think of just then.) 
 
 • Oct. 24M. 
 
 ' My dear Mother, — I have not seen 
 Letty since June, but last night I dreamt 
 of her. 
 
 * She came beating against the door of 
 my room. I knew that she was there. 
 I wanted to open to her, but I couldn't 
 get up. I knew in my dream that her 
 hands were bleeding, and that horrified 
 me, and filled me with pity. I struggled 
 hard to get to her, and woke myself by 
 throwing myself out of bed. The dream 
 haunts me. What shall I do for this 
 child ? — Your affectionate son, 
 
 ' Samuel Green.' 
 
 This letter is written with less precision
 
 40 WORTH WHILE 
 
 than the former ones, and from October 
 24th I notice a change in the writer. 
 
 All the early epistles contained funny 
 little references to brothers and sisters. 
 The boy had revelled in the invention of 
 a family. Later he evidently became 
 ashamed of such childishness, and mes- 
 sages to Frank and Rose and Mildred 
 and Arthur cease. He only (after he 
 enters manhood), sends love to ' brothers 
 and sisters ' in a lump. 
 
 Then ' Letty ' comes into his life, and 
 from that moment his imaginary ' mother ' 
 becomes shadowy as smoke. He writes 
 as people write journals ; the craving for 
 an answer is lessened. Yet ' Letty ' is by 
 no means the whole gist of the letters till 
 we reach October 24th. Before that date 
 there are long passages (which I have 
 cut out) about his business, about other
 
 WORTH WHILE 4 1 
 
 people, about daily occurrences. Samuel 
 Green was emphatically a man of routine, 
 noted for regularity, taking a pleasant 
 pride and interest in small duties. 
 
 ' A worthy, practical soul. Stick him in 
 a groove, and he will run to and fro in it 
 till the day he dies,' ' the boss ' had once 
 said of him, and Samuel would himself 
 have agreed with the ' boss's ' estimate. 
 
 After October he writes of Letty only. 
 His other interests seem to have paled 
 and dwindled before his anxiety for her. 
 
 ' Oct. 31^/. 
 ' My dear Mother, — I have asked the 
 "boss" for a fortnight's holiday, and I 
 have drawn ^lo from the bank. I am 
 going to look for Letty. I find that she 
 has left her lodgings, and thrown up her 
 engagement at the Savoy, and no one
 
 42 WORTH WHILE 
 
 knows wjiat has become of her. No one 
 cares so much as I care. 
 
 ' Letty has no father or mother; I mean, 
 God helping me, to stand for both. She 
 has no brothers, but I will be as good as 
 the best brother that ever had a sister to 
 defend. 
 
 ' Last night I dreamt of her again. I 
 made a desperate effort and got to the 
 door, and threw it open. It was not 
 Letty who stood outside, but a man with 
 nail-marks on his hands and feet. You 
 know that I am not a religious person. 
 I always detested the Bible-lessons at the 
 workhouse school, and I do not like 
 churches ; they remind me of charities. 
 
 'Yet in my dream I fell at his feet, 
 for it suddenly struck me that he too 
 went through the world looking for the 
 lost.'
 
 WORTH WHILE 43 
 
 * Rue St. Joseph, 
 Paris, Nov. \\th. 
 
 ' I have discovered that Letty was on 
 the Calais boat two months ago. The 
 captain remembers her. She told him 
 that she had got an engagement at a 
 small hotel in Paris. The pay was ex- 
 traordinarily good. The captain does not 
 know the name of the hotel, but I shall 
 search till I find it. I have drawn 
 another ^lo. This depresses me. I do 
 not like spending my savings. I feel as 
 if I were pulling down a wall, which I 
 had slowly built up, between myself and 
 a hungry tide. 
 
 ' Those bred in a workhouse generally 
 drift back to it sooner or later. I shall 
 drift back to it. 
 
 * I wake at night and remember that 
 my savings are melting, but I cannot
 
 44 WORTH WHILE 
 
 give her up just yet. One can live 
 on very little in Paris, and I was 
 never a large eater. I may find her to- 
 morrow, 
 
 ' In fact I must find her to-morrow, 
 for my fortnight's leave will then be 
 up, and I cannot afford to be absent 
 longer.' 
 
 'Nov. 2W1. 
 
 ' Mr. Bell writes that he cannot extend 
 my leave of absence any more. I must 
 positively return at once, or he will be 
 obliged to fill my place, 
 
 ' He has been extremely kind. He 
 has stretched a point to keep the position 
 open to me. 
 
 ' He writes of my long service, and of 
 the personal esteem he has for me. I 
 cannot bear to think that some one else
 
 WORTH WHILE 45 
 
 may take my stool in the office. It is 
 my place in the world, that I have won 
 for myself. 
 
 * I had no good starting-point ; I 
 laboured under a disadvantage. I had 
 only average abilities. Yet I have reached 
 a most respectable and responsible posi- 
 tion ; it would be clearly absurd to throw 
 it up. People who are born heirs to 
 independence and comfort, with fathers to 
 push their interests, and mothers to cosset 
 them, do not know what it means to have 
 to cut out one's own foot-hold, on pain of 
 slipping down again into the pauperism 
 from which one has risen. 
 
 * I cannot afford to slip. 
 
 ' I must give up this wild-goose chase, 
 and go home to-morrow, whether I have 
 found her or no.'
 
 46 WORTH WHILE 
 
 '■Dec. \2th. 
 
 ' I am dismissed. Of course I knew I 
 should be. It can't be helped. I am a 
 great fool no doubt, but I have a right to 
 be a fool if I choose. 
 
 ' Nobody's bread but my own depends 
 on my sanity. 
 
 * For my own — a man doesn't live by 
 what he puts into his mouth ; one's real 
 life is something deeper than one guesses 
 at first. 
 
 ' There 's something about that in the 
 Bible, I think, but I do not remember the 
 words. 
 
 ' I have not eaten any meat this week ; 
 but we eat too much as a rule, and I was 
 o^rowino- too stout. 
 
 * He must be a poor cur who won't risk 
 his own foot-hold in the world in order to 
 save his friend.
 
 WORTH WHILE 47 
 
 ' Perhaps she is happy and safe, and 
 does not wish to be found. In that case 
 I shall go quietly home, and I shall never 
 tell any one why I went to Paris. 
 
 ' That will be my secret. If I have 
 nothing else, I have my own secrets. 
 What a scrape I got into when I was a 
 boy, because I would not tell to whom I 
 had sent your letter. Well, I shall be in 
 a worse hobble now, for my savings are 
 melting so fast, and my place has gone. 
 Nevertheless, I will find Letty.' 
 
 ' Dec. 2^th. 
 
 * I did not find Letty. She came to the 
 place where I was resting. I woke to see 
 her. That is the extraordinary part of it. 
 
 ' I have searched for her by day and by 
 night. I have felt giddy with watching 
 the faces on twenty stages. I loathe
 
 48 WORTH WHILE 
 
 pirouetting women with brown eyes, that 
 are bright, but never soft and pleasant 
 like Letty's. I have been taken up by a 
 gendarme, because I forced my way into 
 a house where I heard a girl scream, and, 
 after all, Letty came to me. 
 
 ' I went into the big church that is called 
 the "Madeleine" this evening. I was tired, 
 and rather faint. The heavy smell of in- 
 cense was soothing, and it made me less 
 hungry. 
 
 ' There was a sort of droning music 
 going on, and priests in odd clothes were 
 bobbing about at the far end of the build- 
 ing. French people are all either idolaters 
 or pagans, I believe. I suppose they were 
 worshipping their wax images. 
 
 ' I wasn't going to join in their mummery, 
 but it was a nice warm place to rest in, 
 and I presently fell fast asleep. I dreamt
 
 WORTH WHILE 49 
 
 that same dream that I 've dreamt a dozen 
 times before. When I woke, Letty was 
 still there. 
 
 * The church was lit by lots of little 
 lights, but it was dim in the corners. 
 
 ' Letty was kneeling by a wooden chair 
 in a corner, with her back to me. I recog- 
 nised her plaits of red hair at once, but 
 her face was buried in her hands. She 
 was whispering to herself, and her 
 shoulders moved as if she was sobbing. 
 
 * I moved from my place and sat down 
 close behind her, but I was in no hurry to 
 disturb her. 
 
 ' I had been very bold while I was 
 fruitlessly hunting for her, but now I 
 began to say to myself, "What right had 
 I to follow her to France ? ' It had never 
 occurred to me that I had really no right 
 at all. 
 
 D
 
 50 WORTH WHILE 
 
 ' You do not think of rights when a 
 woman comes knocking at the door of 
 your heart, and calls to you to help her ; 
 but I could never explain to Letty that 
 that was what she had done. 
 
 ' Letty was nicely dressed, and had 
 gloves on her hands. She rose from her 
 knees after a time, and sat very still, look- 
 ing straight before her. I edged my chair 
 a pace or two to the left, so that I could 
 see her side-face. 
 
 ' She was not starved, anyhow. Her 
 colour was more delicate than it had been, 
 and she was thinner, but she was prettier 
 than before. Yet the expression on her 
 face startled me. It seemed to me that 
 all the childishness had orone out of it. 
 
 ' I did not speak to her. I just waited 
 for what should come next. 
 
 ' One struggles and strives, one strains
 
 WORTH WHILE 5 I 
 
 every muscle to get something, and then 
 there comes a moment when one feels as 
 if another hand were on the reins. 
 
 * I cannot at all explain this ; but I felt 
 that other hand then, a stronger hand than 
 mine, so I let it guide. 
 
 * Suddenly I saw Letty start, and turn 
 quite white. She muttered something, 
 and glanced round as if she were terrified. 
 
 ' Then she caught up her black shawl 
 and threw it over her head and hair, and 
 slipped quickly behind a pillar. I knew 
 that she was hiding from some one, but 
 she need not have been afraid, for / was 
 there to take care of her. Then she 
 moved quickly towards a side-door, and I 
 got up and followed her. 
 
 ' She was trembling so that she could 
 not push it open. I put my hand above 
 hers and pushed it for her.
 
 52 WORTH WHILE 
 
 ' Then we both stood at the top of the 
 white steps looking down on the gay, 
 clean streets, and I caught her arm and 
 said, "Letty!" 
 
 * Letty's lips moved as if she would 
 have screamed, but she controlled herself. 
 Her eyes flashed with a half-desperate, 
 half-frightened expression, as if she were 
 some wild animal whom the hunter's hand 
 had closed on. She turned round on me 
 with that look (and I am glad that I have 
 never wronged any woman, for I think it 
 would haunt me always if I had), and then 
 quite suddenly she gave a little sobbing 
 laugh, and clung to me with both her 
 hands. " I don't know what you 've been 
 doing, Letty," said I ; " but it seems as if 
 Paris hasn't agreed with you. You 're 
 frig-htened to death of something-. I 've 
 come to take care of you, for I don't think
 
 WORTH WHILE 53 
 
 France is a place for you to be in alone. 
 You are coming with me now, and that 's 
 all about it' 
 
 '■January 1st, 189 1. 
 
 * A great deal has happened since last 
 January. I can hardly believe that I have 
 known Letty for only a year. She looks 
 much more than a year older. I took her 
 safely back. I sold my watch and chain 
 and my boots (for one can very well walk 
 in slippers), and I found I had just 
 enough money to take us both to 
 London. 
 
 ' I am naturally inclined to be over- 
 cautious (which, I fear, is a despicable 
 trait in a man), but I did not allow Letty 
 to guess that I had any fears, or that I 
 had spent my last penny. It is well to 
 think of consequences as a rule, but I
 
 54 WORTH WHILE 
 
 thank God every day that I did not let 
 them weigh in the scale when I stayed in 
 Paris. 
 
 ' I cannot put the whole of Letty's story 
 on paper. Indeed, I do not know the 
 whole of it. What I do know is quite 
 enough. It seemed to turn my blood into 
 fire when I first heard it. 
 
 ' Letty says that she got into a "silly 
 scrape " after I ceased to come to tea with 
 her on Sundays. The scrape had some- 
 thing to do with the manager of a pro- 
 vincial company. I do not understand all 
 the details. Then she quarrelled with 
 her landlady about the number of visitors 
 she had on Sunday, and that made her 
 very unhappy. Letty is miserable when 
 she quarrels with any one ! she cannot 
 bear disapproval. Then she saw an 
 advertisement in a paper, and was seized
 
 WORTH WHILE 55 
 
 with a desire to cut all her difficulties with 
 one stroke, and to go right away. 
 
 'She answered the advertisement and 
 went ! 
 
 ' An old woman met her at Calais, and 
 made much of her. No doubt she was 
 delighted with Letty's fresh, robust charm. 
 Letty usually takes easily to strangers, 
 but she hated this woman from the 
 moment she set eyes on her. She be- 
 lieved herself to have accepted the situa- 
 tion of "lady assistant" at a small hotel 
 in Paris. She was to keep the accounts 
 behind the bar. 
 
 ' They reached Paris ; but there was no 
 bar at the house at which they arrived, 
 and it was not a hotel. 
 
 ' Letty has a smattering of French, but 
 she did not understand all that was said 
 to her. From the moment she was under
 
 56 WORTH WHILE 
 
 that roof her mistrust increased. I can- 
 not be thankful enough for that ! 
 
 ' She says she could not and would not 
 eat there, that a sort of horror possessed 
 her, that she was wild to get away again. 
 
 ' I think the air must have been full of 
 iniquities, and that my girl's purity must 
 have taken fright instinctively. Letty is 
 half French and half Irish. The French 
 blood, no doubt, leads her into trouble ; 
 but she is really good. 
 
 ' She discovered, before she had been 
 ten minutes in the house, that her purse 
 was gone. She was convinced that it had 
 been stolen, but she pretended to think 
 that she had left it at the station. Letty 
 is impulsive, but she is also ready-witted. 
 She may walk into a trap, but she is not 
 helpless in an emergency. 
 
 'They told her that the loss was "no
 
 WORTH WHILE 57 
 
 matter," for that she could soon get three 
 times the sum she had dropped. She 
 cried and stormed ; and at last a man 
 (who was, apparently, the master of the 
 house) said that he would take the little 
 "Anglaise" back to the station to look 
 for her property to content her. 
 
 ' Letty dried her eyes and went with 
 him, apparently quite reassured. She 
 said, ** I talked to him all the way while 
 we walked, and he was very pleased with 
 me," which I can imagine. 
 
 ' When they got to the station she asked 
 him to explain matters to the guard for 
 her. While he was speaking, she turned 
 suddenly and ran as if for her life ! 
 
 * She was utterly penniless ; she did not 
 know where to go next, or what to do. 
 
 ' She would have starved, had it not 
 been for the kindness of an English-
 
 58 WORTH WHILE 
 
 woman, who found her under her porch, 
 and who took her in. This EngHsh lady 
 is a painter of pictures, and she was 
 attracted by the bright colour of Letty's 
 hair. 
 
 ' She gave Letty food and lodgings ; 
 and Letty stood or sat quite still for her 
 to paint from, nearly all the day long. 
 
 ' Letty felt safe with Miss Harrenden, 
 but she got miserable and home-sick, and 
 she did not like her hostess as much as 
 she felt she ought to. 
 
 'You see Letty has been a good deal 
 petted and admired, and Miss Harrenden 
 does not seem to have taken to her in the 
 way that most of us do. 
 
 * Letty stayed some time at the studio, 
 for her colour, and her neck, and arms, 
 and hair, were just exactly what Miss 
 Harrenden wanted for her picture. I do
 
 WORTH WHILE 59 
 
 not like to think of any one making use of 
 my girl's beauty in that way. It makes 
 me feel foolishly angry to think that some 
 one will buy that picture. It ought to be 
 mine, or else no one's. 
 
 * There was a Monsieur Jules who came 
 often to see Miss Harrenden. Letty says 
 he was good and kind, and though I do 
 not trust any of these foreigners, I have 
 noticed that Letty never likes a bad 
 man. 
 
 * Miss Harrenden spoke unkindly to 
 Letty about this gentleman, and Letty, 
 who is very sensitive, said she would not 
 stay any longer. 
 
 ' She says she felt very forlorn, and 
 more unhappy than she had ever been 
 before. 
 
 * She went to the Madeleine to pray, 
 because it was Christmas Day (I had
 
 60 WORTH WHILE 
 
 forgotten it was Christmas Day, but Letty 
 is more devout than I am), and while she 
 was kneeUng a great terror came over 
 her. She looked up, and saw the old 
 woman whom she has such a strange 
 horror of come in. Letty said, " She 
 saw me too, though I tried to hide. It 
 came over me that I was all alone, and 
 that she was too strong for me, and that 
 she would get me in the end. But when 
 you came between us her power snapped ! 
 I wanted to cry for thankfulness." 
 
 ' Now I do not quite understand all 
 this, but one thing I know, her trust in 
 me is a very wonderful and precious 
 thing.' 
 
 And with that this very long letter 
 (the longest Mr. Green ever wrote) ends. 
 One can only hope that ' Letty ' was as
 
 WORTH WHILE 6 1 
 
 grateful as she ought to have been, but I 
 do not think it struck the writer that he 
 had done anything at all remarkable. 
 
 One would like to hear more about 
 himself, but ' Letty ' is always in the central 
 place now. 
 
 He does, however, mention by the way 
 that he rather misses his old room, with 
 all his possessions about it — from which 
 I gather that he can no longer afford to 
 live in his former quarters. 
 
 ''January xZth. 
 ' The work I am doing now is not so 
 well paid or so responsible as that which 
 I gave up. I have chosen, and I do not 
 complain. There are some things for 
 which it is more than worth while to 
 throw away everything else, with both 
 hands, if need be.
 
 62 WORTH WHILE 
 
 ' Letty has fallen on her feet, and is 
 getting on excellently well, thank God.' 
 
 (The next letter is blotted, and very 
 difficult to decipher.) 
 
 January 2^th. 
 
 ' To-day is Letty's birthday. It is odd 
 to try to fancy what a different world it 
 would have been had Letty not been 
 born. 
 
 ' Some day I mean to marry Letty if 
 she will have me, but not yet, because it 
 is quite wrong that the woman should be 
 the breadwinner, and she is earning more 
 than I am at present. 
 
 * She is very much altered. She has 
 grown so good and serious. She never 
 flirts now, but when she laughs, her laugh 
 is sweeter than ever. She reads a great 
 deal, and tries to learn all sorts of things
 
 WORTH WHILE 63 
 
 in her spare time. She is more beautiful 
 than ever.' 
 
 '•February 1st. 
 
 ' Letty was received into the Roman 
 CathoHc Church this morning. I have 
 had a contempt for Papists, and I am sorry 
 that she has done this, but when she tells 
 me of the joy and peace she feels, I cannot 
 find it in my heart to be angry with her. 
 
 ' God has made women very good. 
 They understand, naturally, much that 
 only gets knocked into us by hard blows. 
 
 ' It was not till I had lost Letty, and 
 knew that she was in trouble and danger 
 in a wicked town, it was not till then 
 that I understood that the things I have 
 striven for are not worth a feather, com- 
 pared to the safety of a hair of her head. 
 But it seems that a woman knows at once,
 
 64 WORTH WHILE 
 
 and by instinct, that the world is Hghter 
 than a shadow when it is weighed against 
 love. This struck me when Letty talked 
 to me to-day. We have never talked so 
 seriously before. I thought about my 
 dream, but I did not tell her about it, be- 
 cause that is the sort of thing one cannot 
 tell any one. 
 
 ' I have had a troublesome cold ever 
 since I left Paris. I really cannot afford 
 to call it an illness.' 
 
 ' February Zth. 
 
 ' Letty has been here twice. The first 
 time I was delirious, and did not know 
 her. 
 
 ' It seems so extraordinary that she 
 should have been here, and / not have 
 known that it was her! My poor 
 Letty !
 
 WORTH WHILE 65 
 
 ' She insisted on sending for a doctor, 
 and lighting a fire. I fear that she must 
 have tipped my landlady, for I have been 
 so attentively waited on to-day. I cannot 
 allow Letty to commit such follies. She 
 tells me that she has a good engagement 
 at present ; but she ought to save every 
 penny she can. 
 
 ' It is absurd of her to spend her money 
 on presents. Besides, it reverses the 
 right order of things ! I scolded her for it. 
 
 ' I have often tried to imagine what it 
 would be like to have some one who would 
 be anxious when one is ill, and who would 
 come often to inquire " How is he to- 
 day ? " Imagination is thin compared to 
 to reality. 
 
 ' I am very fortunate. God bless my 
 darling.' 
 
 E
 
 66 WORTH WHILE 
 
 ' March \st. 
 
 ' This day last year I lost Letty ! I 
 am very thankful that I went to Paris, 
 Whether I die in a workhouse or not, 
 I am glad. 
 
 ' An odd thing- occurred to-day. I had 
 just written as far as "glad " when Letty 
 came to see me. 
 
 ' My illness has been long, and has left 
 me weak. This is the first time, since a 
 relapse, that I have been able to write. 
 
 ' Letty said I ought not to be out of 
 bed. 
 
 ' " I have something very exciting, and 
 strange, and joyful to tell you, dear Mr. 
 Green," she said. 
 
 ' She came and leant over the back of 
 my chair, so that I could not see her face, 
 and then I suppose the first line of my 
 letter caught her eye, for she cried out,
 
 WORTH WHILE 67 
 
 " Why, you always told me that you never 
 knew your father or mother ! " 
 
 ' I was much ashamed, but I could not 
 let her think I had told her lies, so I 
 explained. 
 
 ' "You see I was rather lonely when I 
 was a boy, and the fancy seemed to make 
 things more cheerful," I said. 
 
 ' " Afterwards, when I grew up, the 
 trick clung to me. I couldn't feel that 
 the week was properly finished, if I didn't 
 write down what happened in it. I don't 
 see that it's much sillier than keeping a 
 diary, anyhow." 
 
 '"What do you write about?" said 
 Letty. 
 
 ' " Oh, I used to write about myself," 
 I said. " And now, of course, I write 
 about you." 
 
 ' Letty came to the front of my chair.
 
 68 WORTH WHILE 
 
 and looked at me. She grew quite pink, 
 and tears came into her eyes. Now why^ 
 I wonder. 
 
 '"What is the exciting and joyful 
 news ? " I asked. 
 
 '"I don't think I can tell you now," she 
 said. " I want to go home and think." 
 
 ' This puzzles me very much, dear 
 mother. I wish that you lived rather 
 nearer than in another world, for, being 
 a woman, you might understand why 
 Letty changed her mind — I don't. 
 
 ' P.S. — I had a present this evening. 
 A letter came for me from Letty. It is 
 all full of orratitude and tenderness. 
 
 o 
 
 Gratitude to Tne, to whom she has always 
 brought so much joy. 
 
 * I cannot say how beautiful and wonder- 
 ful it is.
 
 WORTH WHILE 69 
 
 * I shall write no more letters to you, 
 imaginary shadow of a love of which 
 I have the reality. I am surely more 
 fortunate than any other person in the 
 world. To-morrow I will answer my 
 letter. To-morrow ' 
 
 The letter breaks off here. It was 
 never posted. Letty has it still. She 
 had come on the ist of March to tell her 
 friend of her engagement to the Monsieur 
 Jules who had fallen in love with her in 
 Miss Harrenden's studio in Paris, and 
 who had since followed her to England. 
 
 She had never looked upon Mr. Green 
 in the light of a lover, though she was 
 genuinely fond of him. 
 
 She did not tell him that ' exciting and 
 joyful news.' She went home in posses- 
 sion of his secret, and she kept her own.
 
 70 WORTH WHILE 
 
 Letty was warm-hearted, and the more 
 she reflected, the less could she make up 
 her mind to write anything that would 
 hurt Mr. Green. 
 
 He had so few letters — so few ties — 
 so pathetic a need of them ! The world 
 had been a niggardly stepmother to this 
 man. The foolish futile fallacy about the 
 imaginary mother touched something that 
 was womanly and tender in Letty's heart. 
 
 She would, and must, write a letter that 
 would please him. He should have one 
 real human acknowledgment of his human 
 kindness. 
 
 She wrote it. Being Irish, Letty's 
 warm feelings seldom lacked for words 
 to clothe themselves in. Having written 
 it she half repented, yet finally sent it. 
 
 She did not dare to tell Monsieur Jules 
 about it. Some new shyness made her
 
 WORTH WHILE 7 I 
 
 afraid to go near her old friend again for 
 some days. 
 
 When she next made her way to his 
 lodgings, his landlady met her with red 
 eyes. 
 
 ' Oh, Miss, how ever shall I tell you ? 
 It will upset you terrible ! for he thought 
 such a deal of your comin' 'ere. Such a 
 good, kind, litde gentleman too, and so 
 appy as he was. Just the very last 
 evening (he 'd been took rather bad in the 
 day, but I didn't know it was serious) he 
 says to me when I goes in to ask if he 'd 
 be wanting anything in the night, " No, 
 thanks. I 've all I want. More than all 
 I expected. Full measure; overflowing 
 and runnin' over ! " 
 
 ' They was his last words, Miss. In the 
 morningf I found him dead — with a letter 
 in his hand.'
 
 LADY JANE
 
 CHAPTER I 
 
 FivE-AND-TWENTY years ago I was en- 
 gaged to be married to * Lady Jane.' 
 
 I am still a bachelor, though not for 
 her sake, for I was not in love with that 
 little lady. I am thankful that we did 
 not marry, yet the remembrance of her 
 sometimes haunts me like an unfinished 
 tune. 
 
 The man who winds my clock has an 
 irritating trick of whistling while he comes 
 up my stairs ; I swore at him last week, 
 and to-day he checked himself when he 
 was half way through a bar. The stupid 
 jigging music runs in my head. I wish
 
 76 LADY JANE 
 
 that the man had whistled on to a full 
 stop. 
 
 I wish that I had had a fuller explana- 
 tion from Jane ! 
 
 When I was a small boy my father took 
 a house for the summer in the neighbour- 
 hood of Ogland Park. 
 
 Lady Jane sometimes came to school- 
 room teas with us. My mother pitied 
 her, for there were very queer stories 
 afloat about the Oglands. 
 
 I remember how I used to listen in 
 fascinated awe for the sound of Lady 
 Ogland's silk dress rustling up the middle 
 aisle. Sometimes she was late, sometimes 
 she did not come to church at all. I 
 always looked upon the poor lady as an 
 exciting incarnation of worldly wicked- 
 ness. 
 
 I suppose that Jane must have followed
 
 LADY JANE 77 
 
 in her wake, but I do not think that Jane 
 interested me so much. Jane was quiet 
 and good. 
 
 The Oglands drove to church, and 
 therefore, my Scotch nurse assured me, 
 broke the commandments every Sabbath. 
 Lady Ogland wore rouge and a false 
 front, and was consequently associated 
 in my mind with Jezebel. She was un- 
 doubtedly the great lady of the place, 
 and her old name gave a flavour of dis- 
 tinction to her sins. 
 
 Little Jane was a very subdued child, 
 and there was a younger sister, who was 
 in the nursery, and whom I do not re- 
 member to have seen in those days. 
 
 My recollections of childhood are not 
 clear, and I do not fancy that I was an 
 observant boy. I am not writing the 
 story of my own life, but I see now that
 
 78 LADY JANE 
 
 I cannot fairly judge of Lady Jane's 
 actions without referrino- to it. 
 
 When I was two-and-twenty a distant 
 relative left me a most unexpected fortune. 
 It was like the gift of a malevolent fairy. 
 At the moment when it came to me I 
 was passionately miserable and bitterly 
 angry. I daresay that if the wheels had 
 not been provided I should have gone to 
 the devil on foot, but I think an ironical 
 fate hastened matters. 
 
 The woman for whose sake I had 
 broken with home ties, for whom I had 
 worked early and late, had gone off with 
 another man on the very eve of what was 
 to have been our wedding day. 
 
 The announcement of that legacy 
 reached me just too late. 
 
 Lucia could not bear poverty ! Had 
 my fortune travelled a trifle more speedily,
 
 LADY JANE 79 
 
 I should have been a happy bridegroom. 
 Perhaps Lucia would have ended her 
 days as a respectable leader of society. 
 Who knows ? 
 
 By the end of three years I had got 
 throuo-h a eood half of my old cousin's 
 legacy, and the breach between my family 
 and myself had widened. 
 
 My mother had died when I was 
 eighteen, and my father and I had quar- 
 relled and parted since, but my sister 
 perseveringly sent me surreptitious letters. 
 Ellen was, I believe, fond of me, though 
 I do not know why ! A woman's affection 
 and want of affection seem equally unac- 
 countable. I must own that after I be- 
 came rich many hands were held out to 
 rescue me from the way of perdition ; but 
 my sister would have clung to me when 
 1 was poor if 1 had let her. I could not,
 
 8o LADY JANE 
 
 however, allow Ellen to come to me in 
 London, and my coat was then too thread- 
 bare for drawing-rooms. 
 
 I think that the hopeful sympathy of a 
 good woman might have been of some 
 value to me in the days of poverty, but 
 unfortunately good women did not find 
 me interesting them. Later they looked 
 on me more charitably. 
 
 I was at the Lyceum one night, feeling 
 rather bored, for I have never been able 
 to appreciate Shakespeare, when a voice 
 near me caught my attention, and brought 
 before me a vision of home. For many 
 years home had meant only a scene of re- 
 crimination and bitterness, but this vision 
 was of the old schoolroom, of an ink- 
 stained table, of Ellen with her hair in a 
 pig-tail, burning her face while she made 
 toast.
 
 LADY JANE 8 I 
 
 I turned sharply and recognised Lady 
 Jane. She was repeating something one 
 of the actors had said, for Lady Ogland 
 was deaf. Jane spoke in a low voice, but 
 her singularly clear pronunciation made 
 each syllable audible. Her companion 
 was irascible and eager, but Jane's patience 
 was untiring. 
 
 I do not think that she cared about the 
 play, but she listened attentively, as if 
 she were learning a lesson. I laughed 
 when Falstaffs remarks fell from Jane's 
 grave lips. I studied her instead of the 
 players. She rather interested me. It 
 did not occur to me that she was pretty, 
 but she reminded me of a fine etching, 
 exquisitely finished. 
 
 She was very small, and most daintily 
 neat. She wore her fair hair parted in 
 the middle and brushed smoothly on
 
 82 LADY JANE 
 
 either side of her white forehead, where 
 it shone Hke spun glass. Her eyebrows 
 were quite straight, jet black, and very 
 thin and fine. Her mouth had a sad, 
 almost stern, expression, but her manner 
 was gentle to timidity. 
 
 I do not know how it was that Lady 
 Jane managed to look like a Quakeress, 
 for her mother chose and bought her 
 clothes, and Lady Ogland had a loud 
 taste in dress, yet whatever incongruous 
 colour Jane wore, she always gave me the 
 same impression of gentle peace. Just a 
 faint tinge of pink warmed her cheek 
 when I spoke to her at the theatre. 
 I had half expected her to gather her 
 skirts round her and shrink from me, 
 but she seemed, on the contrary, shyly 
 pleased. 
 
 We had all called each other by our
 
 LADY JANE 83 
 
 Christian names when we were children, 
 and Jane kept the old habit. 
 
 She asked after Ellen, and she remem- 
 bered many things that I had forgotten. 
 Lady Jane had been a neglected child, 
 and I suppose that was why she was so 
 curiously grateful to us. 
 
 ' I do not think that I shall ever forgfet 
 how kind your mother was to me,' she said. 
 
 She never spoke impulsively, and I 
 knew she meant exactly what she said. 
 Lady Ogland asked me to call, and I got 
 into a way of going to her house. 
 
 Lady Ogland was an extraordinary old 
 lady, but she was excellent and most 
 witty company ; indeed, I think that she 
 was the wittiest woman I have ever met. 
 There was a scornful raciness in her con- 
 versation that was inimitable. She was 
 in many respects more like a man than
 
 84 LADY JANE 
 
 a woman. Her remarks were frequently 
 coarse, and generally bitter, but for petty 
 scandal she had, as she said, ' no stomach.' 
 She frightened most women, but her 
 dausfhter was fond of her. Her bio;' sombre 
 black eyes would light up when she talked, 
 with, I veritably believe, the fire of genius. 
 The palpably false front, and the badly 
 put on rouge, and the crimson and purple 
 silk that she chose to wear, were all for- 
 gotten (at least by me) when she began 
 to exert herself 
 
 I laughed at the world, and at myself, 
 with her! I listened to stories that 
 reminded me of Rabelais in an un-Bowd- 
 lerised edition! What things she had 
 seen, and with what keen sight she had 
 seen them ! 
 
 Lady Jane was sent out of the room, 
 like a school-girl, when her mother was
 
 LADY JANE 85 
 
 in a talking humour. Lady Jane was 
 nearly twenty-seven, but she never dreamt 
 of insubordination ; it seemed to me that 
 she must be rather spiritless, yet I gradu- 
 ally acquired a sort of brotherly afifection 
 for her. 
 
 Jane was not clever, or amusing, but 
 her cut-and-dried sentences, her soft voice 
 and precise manner, were distinctly restful. 
 I had had quite enough of passionate en- 
 thusiasms. I had given the best part of my 
 own energy to a love that had borne bitter 
 fruit, therefore I was determined that my 
 wife should be one who had never even 
 desired to taste of the tree of knowledo-e. 
 
 Nevertheless I do not know that I 
 should have asked Lady Jane to marry 
 me had Lady Ogland not pushed us 
 into each other's arms. 
 
 It happened in this wise. I called early
 
 86 LADY JANE 
 
 one afternoon, and was announced unex- 
 pectedly. I was the unwilling witness of 
 a scene which roused what chivalry I 
 possessed. 
 
 I had known (every one knew) that 
 Lady Ogland was frequently the reverse 
 of sober ; I had heard that when she was 
 drunk she bullied Jane, but I had cer- 
 tainly not imagined anything so bad as 
 what I saw that day. 
 
 Jane caught sight of me first, and her 
 pale face flushed. 
 
 * Go away, please, Gerald,' she said ; 
 but I did not go. 
 
 It was impossible to leave her to the 
 tender mercies of that old mad woman. 
 
 'You must come too, then,' I said. 'I will 
 not stir without you ; come with me, Jane.' 
 
 ' I cannot,' said Jane ; but the old 
 woman, to all appearance comparatively
 
 LADY JANE ^J 
 
 sobered, put both her big knotted hands 
 on Jane's shoulders and jerked her 
 towards me. 
 
 ' Yes, go with him, Jane,' she cried. 
 
 * You won't get the chance again.' 
 
 The moment that we were clear of the 
 house I asked Jane to marry me. 'That 
 is what I came for to-day,' I said (which 
 was a lie, but the shame in her face at her 
 mother's words justified me). ' I am very 
 lonely, I want to take care of you, Jane. 
 I shouldn't be such a bad lot if you could 
 trust me. You 've known me when I was 
 a boy, you are fond of us all. I 'd try to 
 make you happy. You do feel a little 
 interest in me, don't you ? ' 
 
 Jane acquiesced gently. 
 
 I did not expect too much from her, 
 but she was evidently willing to give me 
 
 * a little interest.'
 
 CHAPTER II 
 
 My father was delighted by our engage- 
 ment ; Jane became at once a peacemaker 
 in the family. 
 
 My father was an old-fashioned country 
 clergyman of a somewhat narrow type. 
 Jane's dutiful attentions won his heart. 
 
 At first he slightly distrusted her, 
 feeling, I imagine, that any girl who liked 
 me must have undesirable tastes ; but no 
 one could possibly suspect Jane of being 
 fast. 
 
 It sometimes seemed to me that Jane 
 preferred my father's society to mine, and 
 was more at ease with him ; not that she
 
 LADY JANE 89 
 
 was shy with any of us, but her gentle, 
 composed manner had always more life 
 and tenderness when she talked to very 
 old or to very young people. 
 
 I was convinced that as a wife Jane 
 would be perfect ; as a fiancde some men 
 might have found her a trifle dull. 
 
 Ellen thought that I was joking when 
 I told her of our engagement. 
 
 ' Lady Jane ! How shocked that dear 
 little old maid would be at the bare idea! ' 
 she cried. ' Oh, Gerald, I beg your 
 pardon ! ' as the truth of my statement 
 dawned on her ; ' I didn't dream that you 
 meant it ! I am sure she is very good, 
 and of course she is not a bit old, really, 
 but — ' (her surprise coming to the front 
 again) ' — but she is just the very last 
 person I should have expected you to 
 like.'
 
 90 LADY JANE 
 
 ' You are not old enouQfh to under- 
 stand her,' I said loftily. ' When one is 
 young, one does not appreciate the sim- 
 plicity of such a character ; one wants 
 more colour and variety. Jane is not 
 brilliant or impulsive, she has no foolish 
 infatuations, but I am convinced that 
 when she once likes a man she never 
 changes.' 
 
 Ellen looked at me oddly. She was 
 very good-tempered and seldom resented 
 a snub, but she was by no means 
 stupid. 
 
 'I see,' she said. 'Well, Gerald, when 
 I marry I shall expect my husband to 
 have a few "foolish infatuations" to start 
 with. Poor little Lady Jane ! ' 
 
 We were to be married in the autumn, 
 and all through the season I did my duty 
 by Jane. I met her at balls, I went to
 
 LADY JANE 9 1 
 
 tea with her mother, I escorted both 
 ladies to the theatre. 
 
 I don't think that that wicked old 
 woman had the least remembrance of the 
 way in which she had thrown poor Jane 
 at my head. She certainly had no 
 shame. 
 
 She was openly pleased when I formally 
 asked her sanction to our engagement. 
 It seemed to strike her as an excellent 
 joke. 
 
 'Yes, marry Jane — marry Jane!' she 
 said, ' and let 's see what you '11 make 
 of her. It was the sons of God who 
 married the daughters of men, wasn't it, 
 Gerald.'* But this will be the other way 
 round, eh ? ' 
 
 She had a trick of planting her hands 
 on her knees, and rolling slightly from 
 side to side while she talked. She spoke
 
 92 LADY JANE 
 
 in a deep thick voice, and her remarks 
 were generally unexpected. 
 
 ' I 'm glad you are pleased,' I said. ' I 
 will try to make Jane happy.' 
 
 ' Do ! ' said Lady Ogland briskly. 
 * We 've always bullied her, but it s high 
 time some one should appreciate her. I 
 can't help snubbing Jane, she 's too gentle ! 
 All the same, my dear,' she added, 'if it 
 came to a tussle between you, I should 
 back her. She can get her own way, you 
 know, and we none of us care a d — n 
 what people think. That 's always been 
 a family trait.' 
 
 ' Yoti certainly don't care ! ' I said, laugh- 
 ing. I felt that it was absurd to put Jane 
 in the same category — she was totally 
 unlike an Ogland in every way, save, in- 
 deed, that in spite of her small stature, 
 she possessed a great deal of dignity.
 
 LADY JANE 93 
 
 All the Oglands could be dignified, and, 
 with the exception of Lady Jane, they 
 were all eccentric. 
 
 Lady Jane went everywhere that season. 
 The amount of work a fashionable lady 
 gets through is amazing ; no man could 
 stand it. 
 
 I often dined at her home, but I never 
 was allowed to take my fia7ic4e in to 
 dinner. 
 
 ' You '11 have quite enough of each 
 other by and by,' Jane's mother would 
 say. So I usually sat opposite to Jane, 
 and I noticed that though she was up 
 late six nights out of seven, she never 
 betrayed any symptoms of weariness. 
 
 She was reserved without being the 
 least silent. I could hear her talking 
 society small-talk, in soft, clear tones, 
 during the whole of dinner-time, and
 
 94 LADY JANE 
 
 when, dinner being over, I claimed her 
 attention, she would make room for me 
 on the sofa without the least change of 
 manner, or the faintest accession of 
 colour. 
 
 One day I found a note from Jane on 
 my breakfast-table. 
 
 I did not recognise her handwriting, for 
 she had never written to me before. I 
 could not refrain from smiling at the 
 characteristically unsentimental nature of 
 this first letter from my betrothed. 
 
 ' Dear Gerald,' she wrote, ' I enclose a 
 card for the regatta ball, to which my 
 mother and myself are invited. Your 
 sister Ellen told me that she was anxious 
 to go to it, and I wish to avail myself of 
 the invitation. 
 
 ' The journey is too long and fatiguing 
 for my mother, but if you care to go, we
 
 LADY JANE 95 
 
 might travel down to your home to- 
 gether. 
 
 ' Your sister kindly invites me to join 
 your party. — I am, yours very sincerely, 
 
 ' Jane Ogland.' 
 
 I groaned in spirit. I was sick to 
 death of balls, but I could not well refuse 
 to escort Lady Jane, especially as this was 
 the first request she had ever made. I 
 was more punctilious in paying her all 
 the attention that was due to her, because 
 my conscience at times reproached me on 
 her account. 
 
 I could not pretend even to my- 
 self that I was madly in love with 
 Jane. 
 
 ' Love is a phase one is bound to go 
 through, but one doesn't want to go 
 through it again,' I thought.
 
 96 LADY JANE 
 
 After all, in spite of Ellen's exclama- 
 tion, Jane had not such a bad bargain ! 
 
 I was comparatively rich ; I was 
 certainly not stingy ; I intended to be a 
 very decent sort of husband. Jane would 
 be in her element when she was receiving 
 stiff calls from country magnates. She 
 could play Lady Bountiful if she liked 
 that role ; she should live either in town or 
 country, whichever pleased her best. I, 
 at any rate, should not ill-treat her, and 
 it did not seem to me that she desired 
 more than I had to offer. 
 
 Well, I took her to stay with my family 
 for the regatta ball. The train was full, 
 so there was no chance of a tete-a-tete. I 
 knew that I ought to be sorry for that. 
 
 ' We can't have a carriage to ourselves ! 
 what a bore!' I said. Lady Jane raised 
 her delicate eyebrows.
 
 LADY JANE 97 
 
 * It is very cold,' she replied, shivering 
 slightly. ' Perhaps, after all, it will be 
 pleasanter to travel in company this bitter 
 day,' and I felt snubbed. 
 
 I did not dine at home, for I could not 
 stand seeing my father's and sister's eyes 
 watching me at dinner-time, and noting 
 how I behaved as an eng-aoed man. It 
 somehow happened that I arrived late 
 at the ball-room, and my father looked 
 severely at me. 
 
 'When I was a young man,' said 
 he, * I should not have allowed any one 
 else to claim the first dance from your 
 mother.' 
 
 My father had bright blue eyes, that 
 generally rested on me with puzzled dis- 
 favour. He was ruddy-complexioned, and 
 remarkably vigorous for his seventy years. 
 His own youth had been irreproachable,
 
 98 LADY JANE 
 
 but he was apt to compare it with mine 
 too often. The comparison palled after 
 a time. 
 
 ' I am not conceited enough to suppose 
 that Jane troubles herself about the exact 
 moment of my arrival, and I am glad she 
 doesn't,' I said. 
 
 While I spoke I pictured to myself the 
 conventional little smile that she would 
 accord me, and the way in which she 
 would consult her programme and give 
 me three dances. We always danced 
 three times together, neither more nor 
 less. 
 
 The next moment Jane floated past me. 
 She danced beautifully, her tiny feet keep- 
 ing exquisite time to the music. Her 
 cheek was a little flushed. She looked 
 almost pretty. 
 
 ' Who is that rouo^h-lookingf man ? and
 
 LADY JANE 99 
 
 who is that delicate little lady who re- 
 minds one of Dresden china ? ' I heard 
 some one ask as I was taking Lady Jane 
 to supper. 
 
 ' Did you hear that ? ' I said, laughing ; 
 but Jane was absent-minded that evening, 
 and she made no reply. 
 
 ' You are not attending in the least to 
 what is going on round you ! ' I exclaimed. 
 
 ' I beg your pardon, Gerald ; I will try 
 to attend better,' said Lady Jane gently. 
 ' It is so hot in here ! Will you take me 
 outside, please?' 
 
 I got a cloak which enveloped her from 
 head to foot. We passed from the heated 
 supper-room to the strip of garden which 
 separated the Assembly Rooms from the 
 road. 
 
 Jane walked to the fence, and stood 
 looking over it.
 
 lOO LADY JANE 
 
 The Assembly Rooms faced the sea, and 
 there were a good many people on the 
 parade and in the road. 
 
 It was a fine night, and the town was 
 illuminated in honour of the reo-atta. 
 
 A Punch-and-Judy show was being 
 enacted. The flarino^ torch that was 
 fastened to the top of the mimic theatre 
 threw flickering lights on the upturned 
 faces of the crowd. 
 
 Punch's shrill squeaky voice rose high 
 above the other sounds. A boisterous 
 group of sailors were cracking jokes with 
 the showman. A soldier, with a pale, 
 shabbily dressed girl clinging to his arm, 
 stood just beneath the light. The girl's 
 countenance was transfigured by the rapt 
 admiration with which she was looking up 
 at the man's rather coarse face. 
 
 ' II y a toujotirs fun qui baise et V autre
 
 LADY JANE lOI 
 
 qui tend la joue^ I remarked, looking at 
 them, but Jane did not hear. 
 
 The smell of abominably bad tobacco 
 and the laug-hter of rough voices reached 
 us in the garden, but, from the lighted 
 room behind, the scent of flowers, and the 
 dreamy dance-music came in gusts. 
 
 ' I say, won't you catch cold ? ' I said, 
 touching her arm. 
 
 Lady Jane turned towards me then, and 
 for a second I was rather startled. 
 
 Her breath came quickly, her eyes were 
 curiously bright, and it seemed to me that 
 she was on the point of saying something 
 unusual. 
 
 Then I told myself that my imagination 
 was playing me a trick, for Lady Jane 
 was never unusual ! 
 
 ' I suppose that there is nothing the 
 matter ? ' I said.
 
 I02 LADY JANE 
 
 'Oh, nothing!' said Jane. Then she 
 corrected herself: — 
 
 ' That is not quite true ' (Jane was 
 scrupulously truthful) ; ' something does 
 disturb me, Gerald. It is rather exciting 
 out here, isn't it ? A crowd always is 
 disturbing ! I wish I might stand outside ! 
 A ball-room always stifles me. I hate that 
 lazy music so. I hate the way it pretends 
 to sadness, and the way we all dance to 
 a mock melancholy waltz, while, outside, 
 people are struggling and dying,' 
 
 The passion in her voice amazed me. 
 It gave me an odd throb of pain too. It 
 reminded me of some one else. 
 
 * You are talking nonsense, Jane,' I said 
 roughly, 
 
 I had not meant to be rough ; but I 
 felt that it was not fair that she, of all 
 people, should wake up bitter memories.
 
 LADY JANE IO3 
 
 Jane turned away again. She rested 
 her arms on the gate. Her gaze wandered 
 beyond the crowd on the parade, beyond 
 the beach where the sails of the fisher- 
 men's boats stood up Hke dim spectres in 
 the moonhght, far away over the grey 
 sea, whose solemnity made me shiver. 
 
 There was such a strange look on her 
 face that I could almost have fancied that 
 she was praying. 
 
 Then she stood upright, and laughed a 
 rather formal little society laugh. 
 
 * Dear me ! ' she said ; ' are they not 
 very particular about tickets here ? What 
 shall you do should they refuse to let us 
 pass into the ball-room again? You see 
 they have shut the French windows. We 
 shall be obliged to go round to the front 
 entrance.' 
 
 ' You don't mean to say that you 've
 
 I04 LADY JANE 
 
 not got your ticket ? Why, you '11 have to 
 stay out all night ! ' I said ; ' but mine is 
 in my pocket.' 
 
 Lady Jane was apparently incapable of 
 seeing a joke. 
 
 She asked me gravely to be so kind as 
 to ask my father for her ticket. It was 
 possible that she had left it in his 
 charge. 
 
 ' Come along ! Of course I never 
 meant that seriously. No one will make 
 the least difficulty. Did you suppose that 
 I should leave you to spend the rest of 
 the night under a tree ? ' I cried ; but Jane 
 stuck to her point with that gentle obstinacy 
 which only very quiet people possess in 
 perfection. 
 
 I was forced to give way at last, having 
 expostulated, and even lost my temper, in 
 vain. It became evident to me that unless
 
 LADY JANE IO5 
 
 I fetched that ticket Lady Jane really 
 would remain where she was till the day 
 dawned ! 
 
 I had a long hunt for my father, who 
 assured me that he had never had Jane's 
 ticket in his possession. 
 
 Then I sought Ellen, who declared that 
 Jane had got it in her own purse. 
 
 Then, in a worse temper than before, I 
 retraced my steps. Lady Jane must have 
 been waiting for at least half-an-hour, I 
 reflected, but I felt that she was justly 
 rewarded for being so persistently ridicul- 
 ous. Her idea of propriety was unfathom- 
 able. 
 
 ' Here is this little lady standing all 
 alone in a public garden in an evening 
 dress, because she is shocked at the notion 
 of having to tell the footman that she has 
 lost her ticket ! ' I said to myself
 
 I06 LADY JANE 
 
 The salt breeze blew against my face 
 when I again stepped into the garden. 
 
 The crowd had begun to disperse. It 
 was dark and lonely. 
 
 I was angry with myself for having 
 been overruled ! 
 
 I felt suddenly that I ought not to have 
 left her there alone. 
 
 * You must be cool enough by this time, 
 Jane,' I called out. 
 
 . . . There was no answer. Jane was 
 gone ! 
 
 I know now what she did, and where 
 she went ; at the time, I was filled with 
 blank astonishment. 
 
 One might make quite a decent job of 
 one's life if one might have it over again, 
 and yet keep the experiences, which, as 
 things are ordered, one only buys at a 
 price that leaves one bankrupt. I never
 
 LADY JANE IO7 
 
 wish to live in another phase of existence. 
 I don't want to make fresh bungles or to 
 try new experiments with a bodiless soul ! 
 Yet I should rather like to live that night 
 once more, with the knowledge I have 
 now. 
 
 The moment after I had left Jane, she 
 must have opened the gate and gone out, 
 away from the sound of the waltz ; out 
 into the busy streets. She drew the hood 
 of her cloak over her head and walked 
 swiftly on, her small figure, enveloped in 
 her long wrap, unnoticed in the crowd. 
 
 ' While, outside, people are dying,' she 
 had said. It was to the dying she was 
 going then. 
 
 In a side street, off the harbour, a 
 woman lay in an upper room straining her 
 dim sight, watching and waiting. 
 
 Once or twice people moved between
 
 I08 LADY JANE 
 
 her and the door, but her gaze never 
 faltered ; her big black eyes seemed to 
 look through them. 
 
 The doctor put brandy between her 
 lips. She tried mechanically to swallow, 
 but she did not turn her head or notice 
 him. A clergyman was kneeling by her 
 side. 
 
 * We humbly commend this soul into 
 Thy hands, as into the hands of a faithful 
 Creator and most merciful Saviour,' said 
 he. But the woman only heard his voice 
 as she heard the droning of a blue-bottle 
 on the ceiling. Her soul was waiting for 
 some one else. 
 
 It was a noisy house. The voices of 
 two men engaged in a drunken brawl 
 disturbed the clergyman, but they did 
 not disturb her. One voice alone would 
 reach her.
 
 LADY JANE IO9 
 
 Suddenly a change came over her face. 
 Could she really have heard that light 
 footfall on the stairs, or was it instinct that 
 told her who was near ? Some one stood 
 in the doorway. A small figure, hardly 
 discernible in the darkening room, stood 
 still for a second, then came quickly to 
 the bedside. 
 
 ' Take off that thing — I can't see you 
 in it ! ' said the woman. ' I must see 
 you, Jane.' 
 
 Jane unfastened her cloak and laid it on 
 the floor. 
 
 The doctor told me, afterwards, that 
 though he had seen a good many queer 
 sights, he had seldom witnessed anything 
 more incongruous than this girl in a ball 
 dress, with pearls on her neck, and satin 
 shoes on her feet, kneeling there, with her 
 arms round that woman. He began to
 
 I lO LADY JANE 
 
 say something ; the clergyman stumbled 
 to his feet. 
 
 ' Please will you all go away?' said Lady 
 Jane. ' We want to be alone together. 
 I am her sister.'
 
 CHAPTER III 
 
 The emptiness of the garden startled me. 
 
 The shock brought back to me a day 
 long past, when another woman (very 
 unlike Jane) had fled and left me. 
 
 I glanced at the place where Jane had 
 stood ; I half expected to see a tear- 
 stained scrap of paper and a ring lying 
 on the ground. 
 
 Then I laughed at my own folly. Jane 
 elope with any one ! — Jane, who was pro- 
 priety personified. Yet the little lady 
 had certainly been unlike her rather prim 
 self that evening.
 
 I 12 LADY JANE 
 
 Could a sudden whim have so possessed 
 her, that she had actually gone outside ? 
 
 I crossed the road, and searched up and 
 down the sea front. The bandsmen were 
 putting away their instruments, and the 
 Punch-and-Judy man was shouldering his 
 show. Some of the illuminations had 
 already burnt out. The parade was nearly 
 deserted now. Lady Jane was not there. 
 
 I went on to the beach, feeling as if I 
 were in an uncomfortable dream. Surely 
 it could not be Lady Jane who had played 
 me such a mad trick ? 
 
 Then I grew angry. At the best it 
 was an uncommonly bad joke on her part, 
 and she was old enough to know better. 
 
 I did not relish the idea of returning 
 alone to the ball-room. 
 
 I lit a cigar and walked up and down 
 the sea front, telling myself that there
 
 LADY JANE II3 
 
 was no need for anxiety. Jane was so 
 eminently conventional that it was im- 
 possible that she should have done any- 
 thing foolish. 
 
 My cigar was finished. 
 
 I heard a clock strike twelve. Then I 
 ran quickly up the steps of the Assembly 
 Rooms, and met Ellen in the hall. 
 
 * Why, what is the matter, Gerald ? 
 How flushed you look ! ' she exclaimed. 
 
 * I must speak to my father ; where is 
 
 he ? Lady Jane is ' I began. A 
 
 gentle voice at my elbow interrupted me. 
 
 ' I am here. Is it time to go?' said 
 Jane. * I hope that it is, for I am rather 
 tired.' 
 
 My father came up, beaming with 
 delight. 
 
 * Hallo, my boy ! I 've been hunting 
 for you two everywhere,' cried he. ' I 
 
 H
 
 I 14 LADY JANE 
 
 hope you've had enough of each other's 
 society for one evening! So Jane 
 never troubles herself about the moment 
 of your arrival, eh ? And you are glad 
 of it, eh ? Well, I hope you've got 
 absolution for that speech. And you are 
 not so conceited as to suppose she wants 
 to dance with you ? Dear me, no ! Of 
 course she doesn't ! Where have you 
 and Jane been hidden, eh, Gerald ? You 
 won't catch an old bird again with 
 that chaff!' 
 
 ' Really, Jane, I wish that you had made 
 up your mind sooner to go in without show- 
 ing your ticket. I told you that it would 
 be all right,' I said crossly, while Jane and 
 I followed my father and sister to the 
 carriage. 
 
 Then my glance fell on her shoes ; they 
 were stained with mud, though the hotel
 
 LADY JANE I I 5 
 
 garden was gravelled. ' I '11 walk home,' 
 I said shortly. ' Good-night ! ' 
 
 I took Lady Jane's rather unwilling 
 hand in mine, for I was determined to 
 make her look at me. I held it tighter 
 than usual. 'We must discuss this ball to- 
 morrow,' I said. Her fingers felt like ice, 
 but her eyes met mine without shrinking. 
 
 ' Yes. certainly, if you wish to, Gerald,' 
 said she. ' Good-night.' 
 
 My father insisted on walking home 
 with me, and he would talk about Jane. 
 
 ' Do you know, I fancied at one time 
 that you did not quite appreciate that dear 
 little girl,' he remarked. ' I see I was 
 mistaken ; you gave me a fine hunt to- 
 night, my lad.' 
 
 He chuckled at the remembrance ; he 
 was ridiculously pleased. 
 
 ' Her gentle ways always touched your
 
 Il6 LADY JANE 
 
 mother's heart,' he said. 'She would 
 have been glad too, Gerald. Somehow 
 when she was alive we got on better, eh ? 
 Well ! Your Jane brings peace and good- 
 will with her. Ellen says that she has a 
 great deal of character too — more than 
 most people give her credit for.' 
 
 ' I beg your pardon,' I said abruptly. 
 ' But I don't want to discuss Lady Jane's 
 disposition.' My father laughed good- 
 naturedly. 
 
 'Too angelic to be talked about, is 
 she ? ' he said. It was impossible to get an 
 idea out of my father's mind when it had 
 once taken root. ' Well, well ! I am glad 
 that you are in love with her at last.' 
 
 I was almost surprised to see Lady 
 Jane the next morning. I had fancied 
 that she would be ashamed to meet me. 
 
 Yet I think that it was I who looked
 
 LADY JANE I I 7 
 
 like the culprit, when she turned to me as 
 soon as breakfast was finished, and said, 
 ' You wanted to discuss last night's doings 
 with me, did you not ? ' 
 
 I had been a little sorry for her. I had 
 come to the conclusion that there must be 
 another fellow in the case. 
 
 * And by Jove she must love him more 
 than I supposed she had it in her to love,' 
 I thought, ' to risk her reputation as she 
 did last night.' 
 
 But now her coolness angered me. I 
 spoke in haste. 
 
 ' I don't know that there is much to 
 say,' I cried bitterly, when we stood alone 
 in the library. * I suppose that our 
 engagement is at an end ? You are free, 
 so far as I am concerned. Your secret, 
 whatever it may be, is safe with me ; I 
 don't tell tales.'
 
 I I 8 LADY JANE 
 
 ' There is no need to assure me of that, 
 Gerald,' she said. 
 
 ' As a matter of curiosity, I should like 
 to know why you accepted me,' I went 
 on. ' Of course you did not care very 
 much about me ! I have always known 
 that ; but then I supposed that you did 
 not care unreasonably much about any 
 one. Perhaps I was mistaken.' 
 
 ' Yes,' said Lady Jane ; ' perhaps you 
 were mistaken.' 
 
 She sat down in my father's big arm- 
 chair, resting her head on her hand. She 
 looked worn-out and very fragile ; her 
 eyes had the strained appearance that 
 comes from sleepless nights. She did not 
 attempt to defend herself. I could almost 
 fancy that her thoughts had wandered 
 quite away from the present situation. 
 
 I said to myself that if I waited long
 
 LADY JANE II9 
 
 enough she would be forced to speak. 
 But Lady Jane had great capabilities for 
 silence, and I grew impatient and broke 
 the pause : — 
 
 ' I must say that I think you owe me 
 an explanation.' 
 
 Then Jane looked up. ' Do you? ' she 
 said. 
 
 She considered me for a moment 
 gravely. ' But if our engagement is at 
 an end, I do not see that you have any 
 longer the right to ask for it.' Then she 
 got up wearily. ' I would have explained 
 if you had asked me for the explanation 
 first,' she said, 'but now there is no need 
 for any more words about it. I certainly 
 have no reason to excuse myself to you. 
 
 'Probably we may not see each other 
 again,' she went on, ' for I had a letter 
 from my mother this morning. She is
 
 I20 LADY JANE 
 
 ill, and I am going home at once. Do 
 you think that the dog-cart could take me 
 to the station ? I have not much time 
 to spare. I must pack up my clothes 
 now.' 
 
 I opened the door for her silently. She 
 hesitated for one moment, and then held 
 out her hand. 
 
 'Good-bye, Gerald,' she said. 
 
 I had judged her unheard, and she 
 could not condescend to prove to me that 
 I was wrong. The odd part of it was 
 that it had never struck me before that 
 Jane was very proud. 
 
 Three weeks later I saw the announce- 
 ment of Lady Ogland's death in the 
 Times. 
 
 I had not informed my father of my 
 break with Jane, and he kept begging me 
 to go up to London to comfort her. My
 
 LADY JANE 121 
 
 father had no tact. Ellen says that in 
 that point alone I resemble him. 
 
 * I cannot bear to think of it,' he ex- 
 claimed ; ' I simply cannot endure the idea 
 of that poor girl being alone in that 
 desolate house ! If you don't go, I shall, 
 Gerald ! ' 
 
 So at last I went. I did not expect 
 that Lady Jane would see me, but to my 
 surprise I was admitted. I sat in the 
 cold, dark drawing-room and waited for 
 her. I wondered whether I should find 
 again the delicate primly old-fashioned 
 little lady with whom this stiff reception- 
 room was associated, or whether I should 
 encounter that new Jane, of whom I had 
 had a brief uncertain glimpse — the Jane 
 whose eyes had kindled when she watched 
 the crowd, and who had longed to go to 
 stand among the people.
 
 122 LADY JANE 
 
 When at last she entered the room 
 she looked so small and white in her 
 deep crape that I felt unexpectedly sorry 
 for her. 
 
 ' I 've just come to ask if I or my father 
 can be of the least use to you,' 1 said. 
 
 ' Thank you. That is very kind of 
 you,' said Jane. * I am glad that you 
 have come, for now I can tell you that 
 my mother has left you the house and 
 land that she bought at N .' 
 
 ' I will not have it ! ' I said hotly ; ' she 
 left it to us, no doubt, under the im- 
 pression that we should marry almost 
 immediately.' 
 
 ' On the contrary,' said Lady Jane, * I 
 had time to tell her that we should never 
 marry, and she considered that you were 
 badly treated.' After a minute's pause 
 she added softly, ' Mother liked you very
 
 LADY JANE I 23 
 
 much, you know,' and then, with a catch 
 in her breath, 'I — I wasn't with her when 
 she died.' 
 
 I had never known Jane speak irrele- 
 vantly before ; I had an idea that she was 
 terribly unhappy. I wished that Ellen 
 were there ! 
 
 * Oh,' I said awkwardly, ' why not ? ' 
 
 I felt I was not appearing in the least 
 sympathetic, but it is impossible to com- 
 fort a self-possessed person. 
 
 ' She did not want me,' said Jane ; ' she 
 had always declared that she would pre- 
 fer to die alone. When she felt the end 
 coming, she insisted on being left. I 
 made them obey her. I think that when 
 my time comes I shall want to be alone 
 to meet Him too.' 
 
 ' Yes,' I said with sudden conviction ; 
 ' you are rather like your mother, Jane ! '
 
 124 LADY JANE 
 
 I had never noticed the resemblance 
 before. It seemed absurd to compare 
 this g'entle fair girl to the imperious old 
 woman who had insisted on going her 
 own way — even on her deathbed. Yet 
 I think I was right. 
 
 ' You see,' said Jane, ' my mother 
 guessed many things that she did not 
 wish to be formally brought to her know- 
 ledge. We never spoke of them.' 
 
 ' What things ? ' I asked. 
 
 Lady Jane blushed. A sudden wave 
 of colour mounted to the very roots of 
 her hair. 
 
 ' It is painful to speak of them,' she 
 said, ' but perhaps it is better that you 
 should know, so that you may understand 
 why I do not wish to be hampered with 
 my mother's place in the country.' She 
 meditated on how little she need tell me.
 
 LADY JANE I 25 
 
 * I had a sister,' she said at last. ' She 
 was more charming and clever and 
 beautiful than any other person whom I 
 have ever met. I mention this because 
 I think that exceptional charm is a sort 
 of temptation in itself.' Her voice shook, 
 and her face softened. 
 
 *We dull, plain people are so hard,' 
 she said. 
 
 ' Oh, Gerald, we are hard till it is too 
 late, and then, when we would give our 
 heart's blood, it seems no longer to be of 
 any use to them to give anything.' 
 
 * I doubt if anything is ever of much 
 use anyhow,' I said. But I knew, even 
 while I said it, that Jane thought that 
 she had got hold of something or other 
 that had power to pull the world up to 
 Heaven ! 
 
 ' She ran away,' said Jane. ' I might
 
 126 LADY JANE 
 
 not mention her name at home. My 
 mother would not hear it. Latterly she 
 fell into depths of — distress. I was the 
 only person who could ever help her. 
 Sometimes she sent for me. Then 
 I went if it was possible — early or 
 late.' 
 
 ' You went to her that night when 
 you ran away from me ? ' I said. 
 
 Jane nodded. 
 
 ' I wanted to tell you. But you see I 
 was so out of the habit of telling things 
 that I — I couldnt! 
 
 * And I fancied that you hardly knew 
 what evil meant ! ' I cried. 
 
 I was amazed and shocked. Good 
 Heavens ! To think what that little girl 
 must have seen and met! I could not 
 readjust my ideas at once. I think now 
 that I spoke brutally, for Jane winced. I
 
 LADY JANE I 27 
 
 wished long afterwards to tell her that 
 I was sorry ! — that I believe, after all, 
 that some souls can go down into hell, 
 and that their garments will yet not smell 
 of the fire. 
 
 But I have never told her the things 
 that would please her, only always the 
 things that hurt her. 
 
 ' And you came back to the dance,' I 
 said slowly. I was trying to take in this 
 odd tale. 
 
 * O yes,' said Jane. ' I have been 
 doing that for the last four years. I have 
 come back to dance with the thought 
 of that hopelessness always in my 
 heart.' 
 
 She spoke almost in a whisper ; then 
 her lips relaxed into a smile that was 
 wonderfully sweet. 
 
 ' Now that is over ! ' she said. ' I need
 
 128 LADY JANE 
 
 not pretend any more. I will begin my 
 work.' 
 
 * I can't in the least understand,' I said. 
 * But possibly I am dense.' 
 
 * I mean that at last I may escape 
 from many things that have been dis- 
 tasteful to me,' said Lady Jane. ' I 
 can live and work, and some day die 
 as I choose. Yet all the same I — I miss 
 her.' 
 
 The sense of her loneliness and the 
 pathos in the very restraint of her grief 
 gave me a lump in my throat. 
 
 * It 's more than she deserved, you 
 know,' I blurted out. 
 
 I was thinking of the scene I had 
 unwittingly witnessed on the day when 
 I proposed to Jane. Besides, the whole 
 county knew that Lady Ogland had 
 bullied her daughter.
 
 LADY JANE I 29 
 
 Lady Jane drew herself up. 
 
 ' My mother had a great deal to try 
 her,' she said. ' She may sometimes have 
 appeared to you to be not quite kind to 
 me, but we understood each other. Very 
 few people did her justice. It was be- 
 cause she knew what I longed for, that 
 she left me free.' 
 
 'What should you have done if you 
 had married me?' said I. 
 
 ' I should have made you a good wife,' 
 said Jane, and again there was a proud 
 ring in her voice. 'And I should have 
 tried to pay old debts. We owed you 
 more than you knew.' 
 
 I burst into a laugh. 
 
 ' A good wife ! You would have given 
 me a microscopic bit of heart, and a still 
 smaller bit of confidence ! You would 
 have acted a part all your life, and
 
 130 LADY JANE 
 
 would have pretended to be gently con- 
 tent ! I think I have never known you, 
 Jane.' 
 
 ' How much confidence have you 
 given me ? ' said Jane, and I was 
 silent. 
 
 I left her then, and I have never seen 
 her since. 
 
 It seemed to me, while I went down 
 the stairs, that a sound followed me, like 
 the sound of a woman sobbino-. 
 
 I almost went back, but it was so un- 
 like Jane to cry that I concluded I was 
 mistaken. Sometimes I wish I had re- 
 turned, just to make sure that it was a 
 fancy. 
 
 Years later I met Dr. Smith, who had 
 known my quondam fiancde from her 
 babyhood. He told me about the sister's 
 death. ' Lady Ogland took to drinking
 
 LADY JANE I3I 
 
 from the day her favourite daughter went 
 off with that scamp,' he said. 'The girl 
 went on the stage later, and I Ve heard 
 that at one time she was in Italy with 
 
 Count D . She never stuck long to 
 
 any one. She drifted back to England 
 to die. It was a strange thing ! But the 
 Oglands are a mad family — all great 
 sinners or great saints ! ' 
 
 ' Count D ! ' I cried. ' She wasn't 
 
 called Lucia Lamorier, was she ? ' 
 
 ' Of course she was,' said the doctor, 
 eyeing me with some curiosity. ' What ? 
 did you ever meet her as well ? ' 
 
 It is odd, but though when I was 
 engaged to her Jane's presence never 
 greatly excited me, yet after all these 
 years her small delicate face is as vividly 
 clear to my mind's eye as if I had parted 
 from her yesterday.
 
 132 LADY JANE 
 
 Is she Still Struggling to save the un- 
 saveable ? 
 
 Sometimes I fancy that Jane was more 
 passionate than firm, more proud than 
 humble ; but how was I to guess that 
 long- ao^o ? 
 
 There are one or two things that I 
 should rather like to have explained. If 
 she was crying, it must have been for her 
 mother, I suppose ? Ellen used to tell 
 me that I invariably ' supposed wrong * 
 where Lady Jane was concerned. 
 
 Well ! It s a stale and unprofitable 
 story, and we parted coldly ; yet this 
 I 'm bound to own — the memory of 
 that girl makes me almost believe that 
 there are some women in the world 
 who are genuinely and disinterestedly 
 good. 
 
 ' Are you still thinking about the fair
 
 LADY JANE I 33 
 
 and frail Lucia ? ' the doctor asked me 
 presently. 
 
 ' O no. I was only thinking about 
 Lady Jane,' I said. 
 
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 BENJAMIN JOWETT, MASTER OF BALLIOL. 
 
 A Personal Memoir. 
 
 By the HON. LIONEL TOLLEMACHE, 
 
 Author of ' Safe Studies,' etc. 
 
 Crown 8vo., cloth, 3s. 6d. 
 
 ' Mr. Lionel Tollemache has never produced anything before so interesting 
 or showing so nuich insight as his little monograph " Benjamin Jowett." It is 
 amusing, and at tlie same time gives the reader a better idea of Jowett than 
 anything that has liitiicrto been written about him by his friends.' — ytt/iencrum. 
 
 ' Displays most fully that combination of Roswellian anecdote, acute criticism, 
 and aliusiveness tempered by scrupulous economy of style, vvhicli has already 
 marked Mr. Tollemache's former essays with a manner unique among present- 
 day writers.' — St. James's Gazette. 
 
 ' Rather Boswellian and extremely amusing.' — Speaker. 
 
 ' Readers of this stimulating and uncommon volume will rarely find a page 
 that does not carry something of intellectual tonic' — Liti-rary World. 
 
 SECOND EDITION. 
 
 ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON. 
 
 By WALTER RALEIGH, Professor of English Literature at 
 Liverpool University College. 
 
 Author of ' The EngTish Novel,' etc. 
 Crown 8vo., cloth, 2s. 6d. 
 
 ' Quite the best contribution that has yet been made to our critical literature 
 in regard to the late Mr. Stevenson. Mr. Raleigh's book, in fact, is full of 
 happily-phrased and sensible criticism. It is well worth reading, and the better 
 the reader knows his Stevenson, the more he will appreciate it.' — Glasgoio 
 Herald. 
 
 ' A capital piece of work, written with great life, and curiously Stevcnsonian 
 in mood and style, though by no means unpleasantly imitative." — Manchester 
 Guardian. 
 
 'Few more discriminating appreciations of R. I^. Stevenson have yet been 
 uttered than that which Professor Raleigh delivered as a lecture at the Royal 
 Institution, and now published, with additions, by Mr. Edward .Arnold." — 
 Morning Post. 
 
 'An admirable study of a great master of letters.'— /^/iA Times.
 
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 THE STORY OF TWO SALONS. 
 
 Madame de Beaumont and the Suards. 
 
 By Edith vSichel, 
 
 Author of ' Worthinglon Jitnio)-.' 
 
 With Illustrations, 8vo., los. 6d. 
 
 ' There is really "not a page in the book that ought not to be read, and neither 
 skimmed nor quoted from ; and as we turn its pages over, we can only feel that 
 there might weil be more of it.' — Spectator. 
 
 ' This interesting book is written with a wit and vivacity worthy of its subject. 
 Miss Sichel has a regard for her period, which is an invaluable quality for its 
 chronicler. Above all things it is entertaining.' — Manchester Guardian. 
 
 ' To the ordinary English reader Madame de Beaumont is less well known 
 than is her contemporary, Madame Recamier, and therefore one welcomes all 
 the more warmly this fascinating study of her and of the "little household" 
 of the Suards.' — Glasgoiu Herald. 
 
 WAGNER'S HEROES. 
 
 Tannhauser. Parsifal. Hans Sachs. Lohengrin. 
 
 By CONSTANCE MAUD. 
 Illustrated by H. Granville Fell, 
 
 Crown 8vo., handsomely bound, 5s. 
 
 ' An excellent idea well carried out. Miss Maud has done forthe Shakespeare of 
 music what Charles Lamb once did for the real Shakespeare.' — Daily Telegraph. 
 
 ' Constance Maud has elected to convey into simple language the histories 
 of " Wagner's Heroes " and has succeeded admirably.' — Black and While. 
 
 ' Tiie little folks who study the beautiful stories in this book will be absorbing 
 not the inane inventions of a hack-scribbler, but world literature, the possession 
 of which must be a pleasure through life.' — Bradford Observer. 
 
 ' Constance Maud gives a delightful embodiment of " Wagner's Heroes " and 
 narrates the story of Parsifal, Tannhauser, Hans Sachs, and Lohengrin, with 
 the quaintness and spirit which pervades the Sagas. Even without relation to 
 Wagner's masterpieces the stories would be delightful reading.' — Leeds A/ercury, 
 
 HOW DICK AND MOLLY WENT ROUND THE WORLD. 
 
 By M. H. CORNWALL LEGH. 
 With numerous Illustrations, fcap. 4to., cloth, 5s. 
 
 ' Perhaps the best of all the children's books of the season.' — World. 
 
 ' A really excellent book for small children.'- — Guardian. 
 
 ' One of the best children's books we have seen \Ate.\y.'— Liverpool Mercury. 
 
 ' One of the most instructive as well as entertaining of narratives.' — Pall 
 Mall Gazette. 
 
 ' No better book or a present can be imagined, and the parents will equally 
 approve of a book which teaches geography so delightfully.' — Western Morn- 
 in^ News.
 
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 TRAVELS, SPORT, AND EXPLORATION. 
 Balfour— TWELVE HUNDRED MILES IN A WAGGON. 
 
 {See pai^e 8.) 
 
 Beynon-WITH KELLY TO CHITRAL. {Seepage 4.) 
 
 Colvile-THE LAND OF THE NILE SPRINGS. {See 
 
 page 8.) 
 
 Custance-RIDING RECOLLECTIONS AND TURF 
 
 STORIES. By IIicnky Cu-stanck, three times winner of the Derby. 
 
 One vol., crown 8vo., cloth, 2s. 6d. 
 
 ' An admirable sketch of turf history during a very interesting period, well and 
 humorously written.' — Sport hig Life. 
 
 Freshfield-EXPLORATION OF THE CAUCASUS. {See 
 
 page 3.) 
 Hole— A LITTLE TOUR IN AMERICA. {Seepage 7.) 
 Hole-A LITTLE TOUR IN IRELAND. By An Oxonian 
 
 (the Very Rev. S. R. Hole, Dean of Rochester). With ncirly forty 
 Illustrations by JOHN Leech, including the famous steel Frontispiece of 
 the ' Claddagh.' Large imperial i6nio., handsomely bound, gilt top, 
 los. 6d. 
 
 Pike-IN THE FAR NORTH-WEST. {Seep. 4.) 
 Portal— THE BRITISH MISSION TO UGANDA. By 
 
 the late Sir Gekalu Pokt.vl, K.C.iM.G. Edited by Rknnei.l Rodu, 
 C.M.G. With an Introduction by the Right Honourable Lord Ckomer, 
 G.C.M.G. Illustrated from photos takenduring the Expedition by Colonel 
 Rhodes. Demy 8vo., 21s. 
 
 Portal— MY MISSION TO ABYSSINIA. By the late Sir 
 
 Gerald II. Portal, C.B. With Map and Illustrations. Demy 8vo., 15s. 
 
 Slatin — FIRE AND SWORD IN THE SUDAN. {See 
 
 p^ge 2.) 
 
 AMERICAN SPORT AND TRAVEL. 
 
 These books, selected fro7n the Catalogue ^Messrs. Rand McNally& Co., //^<' 
 well-knoivti publishers of Chicago, have been placed i7i Mr. Edward Arnold's 
 hands under the impression thai many British Travellers and Sportsmen may 
 find them useful bcfoi'e starting on expeditions in the United States. 
 
 Aldrich-ARCTIC ALASKA AND SIBERIA; or, Eight 
 
 Months with the Arctic Whalemen. 15y Herbert L. Aldrich. Crown 
 8vo. , cloth, 4s. 6d.
 
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 AMERICAN GAME FISHES. Their Habits, Habitat, and 
 
 Peculiarities ; How, Wlien, and Where to Angle for them. By various 
 Writers. Cloth, los. 6d. 
 
 Hig-g-ins— NEW GUIDE TO THE PACIFIC COAST. Santa 
 
 F6 Route. By C. A. Higgins. Crown 8vo. , cloth, 4s. 6d. 
 
 Lefflngwell— THE ART OF WING - SHOOTING. A 
 
 Practical Treatise on the Use of the Shot-gun. By W. B. Leffingwell. 
 With numerous Illustrations. Crown 8vo., cloth, 4s. 6d. 
 
 Shields — CAMPING AND CAMP OUTFITS. By G. 
 
 O. Shields ('Coquina'). Containing also Chapters on Camp Medicine, 
 Cookery, and How to Load a Packhorse. Crow n 8vo., cloth, ss. 
 
 Shields— THE AMERICAN BOOK OF THE DOG. By 
 
 various Writers. Edited by G. O. SHIELDS ('Coquina'). Cloth, 15s. 
 
 Thomas— SWEDEN AND THE SWEDES. By William 
 
 WiDGERY Thomas, Jun., United States Minister to Sweden and Norway. 
 With numerous Illustrations. Cloth, i6s. 
 
 HISTORY AND BIOGRAPHY. 
 Benson and Tatham— MEN OF MIGHT. Studies of Great 
 
 Characters. By A. C. Benson, M.A., and H. F. W. Tatham, M.A., 
 Assistant Masters at Eton College. Second Edition. Crown Bvo., cloth, 
 3s. 6d. 
 
 Boyle— THE RECOLLECTIONS OF THE DEAN OF 
 
 SALISBURY. By the Very Rev. G. D. BoYLE, Dean of Salisbury. 
 With Photogravure Portrait, i vol., demy Bvo., cloth, i6s. 
 
 Sherard- ALPHONSE DAUDET : a Biography and Critical 
 
 Study. By R. H. Sherard, Editor of ' The Memoirs of Baron Meneval,' 
 etc. With Illustrations. Demy 8vo., 15s. 
 
 ' An excellent piece of journalism, the kind of personal journalism which is both 
 entertaining and useful.' — Saturday Reviciu. 
 
 _ ' M. Daudet's many admirers owe a deep debt of gratitude to INIr. Sherard for his 
 biography— a work which, after all, reflects scarcely less credit upon its author than 
 upon its iViby.a..'— Scotsman. 
 
 Fowler— ECHOES OF OLD COUNTY LIFE. Recollections 
 
 of Sport, Society, Politics, and Farming in the Good Old Times. By J. K. 
 Fowler, of Aylesbury. Second Edition, with numerous Illustrations, 8vo. , 
 los. 6d. Also a large-paper edition, of 200 copies only, 21s. net. 
 'A very entertaining volume of reminiscences, full of good stories.' — Truth.
 
 14 Mr. Edivard ArnoId^s List. 
 
 Hare— MARIA EDGEWORTH : her Life and Letters. Edited 
 
 By Augustus J. C. IIakk, Aiuhor of 'The Story of Two Noble Lives,' 
 etc. Two vols., crown 8vo. , with Portraits, i6s. net. 
 
 ' Mr. Hare has written more than one good book in his time, but he has never produced 
 anything nearly so entertaining and valuable as his latest contribution to biography and 
 literature.'— .!>'a/?/>vr'ni_j' RfTie^i'. 
 
 Hole— THE MEMORIES OF DEAN HOLE. By tlie Very 
 
 Rev. S. Revnolds Hole, Dean of Rochester. With the original 
 Illustrations from sketches by Leech and Th.\ckek,\y. New Edition, 
 twelfth thousand, one vol., crown 8vo. , 6s. 
 
 ' One of the most delightful collections of reminiscences that this generation has seen. 
 — Daily Chronicle. 
 
 Hole— MORE MEMORIES: Being Tlioughts about England 
 
 Spoken in America. By the Very Rev. S. REYNOLDS HOLE, Dean of 
 Rochester. With Frontispiece. Demy 8vo., i6s. 
 
 'There is not a page in this volume widiout its good thing, its touch of wit or wisdom, 
 quaint drollery, apt illustration, or quick association, kind counsel, grave truth, or happy 
 anecdote. ' — World. 
 
 ' Full alike of contagious fun and mature wisdom.' — Daily Chronicle. 
 
 Kay-OMARAH'S HISTORY OF YAMAN. The Arabic 
 
 Text, edited, with a translation, by Henry Cassels Kay, Member of the 
 Royal Asiatic Society. Demy Svo., cloth, 17s. 6d. net. 
 
 Knig-ht-Bruce- MEMORIES OF MASHON ALAND. {See 
 page 7.) 
 
 Lecky— THE POLITICAL VALUE OF HISTORY. By 
 
 W. E. H. Lecky, D.C.L., LL.D. An Address delivered at the Midland 
 Institute, reprinted with additions. Crown Svo., cloth, 2s. 6d. 
 
 Le Fanu-SEVENTY YEARS OF IRISH LIFE. Being 
 
 the Recollections of W. R. Le Fanu. With Portraits of the Author and 
 J. Sheridan Le Fanu. A New Edition in preparation. 
 
 ' It will delight all readers— English and Scotch no less than Irish, Nationalists no less 
 than Unionists, Roman Catholics no less than Orangemen.' — Times. 
 
 Macdonald-^THE MEMOIRS OF THE LATE SIR JOHN 
 
 A. MACDONALD, G.C.B., First I'rime Minister of Canada. Etlitcd by 
 Joseph Pope, his Private Secretary. With Portraits. Two vols., demy 
 Svo., 32s. 
 
 'This full and authoritative biography throws much welcome light on the course of 
 public affairs in Canada, as well as on the interesting personality of one of the chief actors 
 in an epoch of change and restlessness, as well as of progress and expansion.' — Standard. 
 
 Milner— ENGLAND IN EGYPT. By Sir Alfred Milner, 
 
 K.C.B. Popular Edition, with an Additional Prefatory Chapter on Egypt 
 in 1894. Large crown Svo. , with Map, cloth, 7s. 6d. 
 
 ' No journalist or public man ought to be permitted to write or speak about Egypt fo"^ 
 the next five years unless he can solemnly declare that he has read it from cover to cover. 
 — Daily Chronicle.
 
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 Milner — ARNOLD TOYNBEE. A Reminiscence. By 
 
 Alfred Milnek, C.B., Author of ' iingland in Egypt. Crown ovo., 
 buckram, 2S. 6cl. ; paper, is. 
 
 'An admirable sketch, at once sympathetic and discriminating, of a very remarkable 
 personality. It was only due to Toynbee's memory that it should be published, but it is 
 equally due to its intrinsic merit that it should be warmly welcomed and appreciated. 
 Slight as it is, it is a masterly analysis of a commanding personal influence, and a social 
 force of rare potency and eflect.' — Times. 
 
 Oman— A HISTORY OF ENGLAND. By Charles Oman, 
 
 Fellow of All Souls' College, and Lecturer in History at NeVr College, 
 Oxford ; Author of ' Warwick the Kingmaker,' ' A History of Greece,' 
 etc. Crown 8vo., cloth, 4s. 6d. net. 
 
 'This is the nearest approach to the ideal School History of England which has yet 
 been written.' — Guardian. 
 
 Pulitzer-THE ROMANCE OF PRINCE EUGENE. {See 
 
 page 9.) 
 
 Raleig-h-R. L. STEVENSON. {Seepage lo.) 
 Ransome— THE BATTLES OF FREDERICK THE GREAT; 
 
 Extracts from Carlyle's ' History of Frederick the Great.' Edited by Cykil 
 Ransome, M.A. , Professor of History in the Yorkshire College, Leeds. 
 With a Map specially drawn for this work, Carlyle's original Battle-Plans, 
 and Illustrations by Adolph Menzel. Cloth, imperial i6mo. , 5s. 
 
 Santley— STUDENT AND SINGER. The Reminiscences 
 
 of Charles Santley. New Edition, crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. 
 
 Tollemache -BENJAMIN JOWETT. {Seepage lo.) 
 Tv/ining'-RECOLLECTIONS OF LIFE AND WORK. 
 
 Being the Autobiography of Louisa Twining. One vol., 8vo., cloth, 15s. 
 
 LITERATURE AND BELLES LETTRES. 
 WORKS BY THE REV. CANON BELL, D.D., 
 
 Rector of Cliellenham and Honorary Canon of Carlisle. 
 
 DIANA'S LOOKING GLASS, and other Poems. 
 
 Crown 8vo., cloth, 5s. net. 
 
 POEMS OLD AND NEW. 
 
 Crown 8vo., cloth, 7s. 6d. 
 
 THE NAME ABOVE EVERY MAME, and other 
 
 Sermons. 
 
 Crown 8vo., cloth, 5s.
 
 i6 Mr. Edward Arnold'' s List. 
 
 Bell— KLEINES HAUSTHEATER. Fifteen Little Plays in 
 
 German for Children. By Mrs. Hugh P.ki.i,. Crown 8vo., cloth, 2S. 
 
 Most of these little plays have been adapted from the author's ' Petit 
 Th(^atre,' the remainder from a little book of English plays by the same writer 
 entitled ' Nursery Comedies." 
 
 Butlep-SELECT ESSAYS OF SAINTE BEUVE. Chiefly 
 
 bearing on English Literature. Translated by A. J. Rutlek, Translator 
 of 'The Memoirs of Baron Marbot.' One vol., 8vo., cloth, 5s. net. 
 
 ' English readers should not fail to m.ike themselves acquainted with the work of one 
 of the clearest, most hroadly tolerant, and sanest critics of tlieir literature that France 
 has produced.' — Daily Telegraph. 
 
 ' The ]iresent translation is excellent.' — Morning Post. 
 
 Colling-wood-THORSTEIN OF THE MERE : a Saga of 
 
 the iXorthincu i:i Lakeland. By \V. ti. CuLLi.NGWoou, Author of ' Life 
 of John Ruskin,' etc. With Illustrations. Price los. 6d. 
 
 Cook— THE DEFENSE OF POESY, otherwise known 
 
 as AN APOLOGY FOR POETRY. By Sir Philip .Sidney. Edited by 
 A. S. Cook, Professor of English Literatm-e in Yale University. Crown 
 8vo. , cloth, 4s. 6d. 
 
 Cook— A DEFENCE OF POETRY. By Percy Bysshe 
 
 SnELEEY. Editetl, with notes and introduction, by Professor A. S. Cook. 
 Crown 8vo. , cloth, 2S. 6d. 
 
 Davidson— A HANDBOOK TO DANTE. By Giovanni 
 
 A. ScAKTAZziNi. Translated from the Italian, with notes and additions, 
 by TiiOM.VS Davidson, M..'\. Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. 
 
 Fleming-THE ART OF READING AND SPEAKING. 
 
 {Seepage 5.) 
 
 Garnett — SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH PROSE FROM 
 
 ELIZABETH TO VICTORIA. Chosen and arranged by James M. Gar- 
 NicTT, M.A. , LL. U. 700 pages, large crown 8vo., cloth, 7s. 6d. 
 
 Goschen-THE CULTIVATION AND USE OF IMAGINA- 
 
 TION. By the Right Hon. (jeokgio Joachim Go.schen. Crown 8vo., 
 cloth, 2S. 6d. 
 
 ' E.xcellent essays.' — lU'esfininsier Gazette. 
 
 'Full of excellent advice, attractively put.' — Speaker. 
 
 GREAT PUBLIC SCHOOLS. Eton — Harrow — Win- 
 
 CHESTER — RUGHY — WeST.MINS lEK — MAREBOROUGII — CHELTENHAM 
 
 — Haileybury — Clifton —Charterhouse. With nearly a hundred 
 Illustrations by the best artists. One vol., large imperial i6mo., hand- 
 somely bound, 6s. 
 
 Gummere— OLD ENGLISH BALLADS. Selected and 
 
 Ediied by Francis B. Gummkre, Professor of English in Ilaverford 
 College, U.S.A. Crown 8vo. , cloth, 5s. 6d.
 
 Mr. Edward Arnold's List. 17 
 
 Harrison-STUDIES IN EARLY VICTORIAN LITERA- 
 TURE. (See page g.) 
 
 Hole— ADDRESSES TO WORKING MEN FROM PULPIT 
 
 AND PLATFORM. By the Very Rev. S. Reynolds Hole, Dean of 
 Rochester. This volume contains nineteen Addresses and Sermons 
 dehvered by Dean Hole to Working Men on Friendly Societies, Gambling 
 and Betting, the Church and Dissent, to Soldiers, on Temperance, Un- 
 belief, True Education, Work, etc. One vol., crown 8vo. , 6s. 
 ' A book of great interest and great excellence.' — Scotsman. 
 
 Hudson-THE LIFE, ART, AND CHARACTERS OF 
 
 SHAKESPEARE. By Henry N. Hudson, LL.D., Editor of The 
 Haivard Shakespeare, etc. 969 pages, in two vols., large crown 8vo. , 
 cloth, 2IS. 
 
 Hudson. — THE HARVARD EDITION OF SHAKE- 
 SPEARE'S COMPLETE WORKS. A fine Library Edition. 
 By Henky N. Hudson, LL.D., Author of 'The Life, Art, and Charac- 
 ters of Shakespeare.' In twenty volumes, large crown 8vo. , cloth, _^6. 
 Also in ten volumes, _i^5. 
 
 Hunt — Leig-h Hunt's 'WHAT IS POETRY?' An 
 
 Answer to the Question, ' What is Poetry?' including Remarks on Versifi- 
 cation. By Leigh Hunt. Edited, with notes, by Professor A. S. CoOK. 
 Crown 8vo., cloth, 2S. 6d. 
 
 Lang'-LAMB'S ADVENTURES OF ULYSSES. With an 
 
 Introduction by Andrew Lang. Square 8vo. cloth, is. 6d. Also the 
 Prize Edition, gilt edges, 2S. 
 
 Maud-WAGNER'S HEROES. {Seepage ii.) 
 Morrison- LIFE'S PRESCRIPTION, In Seven Doses. 
 
 By D. MacLaren Morrison. Crown 8vo. , parchment, is. 6d. 
 
 Schelling-- A BOOK OF ELIZABETHAN LYRICS Selected 
 
 and Edited by F. E. ScHELLiNG, Professor of English Literature in the 
 University of Pennsylvania. Crown 8vo., cloih, 5s. 6d. 
 
 Schelling— BEN JONSON'S TIMBER. Edited by Professor 
 
 F. E. Sciielling. Crown 8vo,, cloth, 4s. 
 
 Sichel— THE STORY OF TWO SALONS. {Seepage n ) 
 Thayer— THE BEST ELIZABETHAN PLAYS. Edited, 
 
 with an Introduction, by WiLLi.VM R. Tii.WER. 612 pages, large crown 
 8vo. , cloth, 7s. 6d. 
 
 WINCHESTER COLLEGE. Illustrated by Herbert Mar- 
 shall. With Contributions in Prose and Verse by Old Wykehamists. 
 Demy 4to. , cloth, 25s. net. A few copies of the first edition, limited to 
 1,000 copies, are still to be had.
 
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 WORKS BY RENNELL ROOD, C.M.G. 
 
 FEDA, with other Poems, chiefly Lyrical. 
 
 With an litching by Harper Pennington. 
 Crown 8vo., cloth, 6s. 
 
 THE UNKNOWN MADONNA, and other Poems. 
 
 With a Frontispiece by W. B. Richmond, A.R.A. 
 Crown 8vo., cloth, 5s. 
 
 THE VIOLET CROWN, AND SONGS OF ENGLAND. 
 
 With a Frontispiece by the MARCHIONESS OF Granby. 
 Crown 8vo., cloth, 5s. 
 
 THE CUSTOMS AND LORE OF MODERN GREECE. 
 
 With seven full-page Illustrations by TRISTRAM Ellis. 
 Svo., cloth, 8s. 6d. 
 
 FICTION. 
 SIX SHILLING NOVELS. 
 TOMMY ATKINS. 15y Robert Blatchford. {See p. 6.) 
 A MASK AND A MARTYR. By E. Livingston Prescott. 
 
 (.SV/. 6.) 
 
 A RELUCTANT EVANGELIST. By Alice Spinner. 
 
 [See p. 6. ) 
 
 ORMISDAL. A Novel. Bythe Earl of Dunmore,F.R.G.S., 
 
 Author of 'The Pamirs.' One vol., crown Svo. ; cloth, 6s. 
 
 ' In this hretzy and entertaining novel Lord Uuiimoro lias given us a very readable and 
 racy story of the life that centres in a Highland shooting, about the end of August.' — 
 G/nsgon' Iff) aid. 
 
 THE TUTOR'S SECRET. (Le Secret dii Precepteur.) 
 
 Translated from the French of Victor Chekuuliez. One vol., crown 
 
 8vo., cloth, 6s. 
 
 ' If Victor Cherbuliez did not already possess a great reputation, his latest production 
 would liave been quite sufficient to secure him renown as a iiovelist. From the first line 
 to the last we recognise a master-hand at work, and there is not a page that even the 
 veriest skimmer will care to pass over." — IVestiitiitstcr Gazette.
 
 Mr. Edward Arnold's List. ig 
 
 FICTION — (continued). 
 THREE SHILLING AND SIXPENNY NOVELS. 
 WORTH WHILE. By F. F. Montresor. (See J>age 6.) 
 ON THE THRESHOLD. By Isabella O. Ford, Author of 
 
 ' Miss Blake of Monkshalton.' One vol., crown 8vo. , 3s. 6d. 
 
 ' It is a relief to turn from man)' of the novels that come before us to 
 Miss Ford's true, penetrating, and sympathetic description of the lives of some 
 of the women of our day.' — Gz/ardia//. 
 
 THE MYSTERY OF THE RUE SOLY. Translated by 
 
 Lady Knut.sfoku from the French of H. UE Balzac. Crown 8vo., 
 cloth, 3s. 6d. 
 
 ' Lady Knutsford's translation of Balzac's famous story is excellent.' — Scotstiian. 
 
 DAVE'S SWEETHEART. By Mary Gaunt. One vol., 
 
 8vo., cloth, 3s. 6d. 
 
 ' Of all the Australian novels that have been laid before readers in this country, 
 "Dave's Sweetheart," in a literary point of view and as a finished production, takes a 
 higher place than any that has yet appeared. From the opening scene to the closing 
 page we have no hesitation in predicting that not a word will be skipped even by the 
 most blase of novel readers.' — Spectator. 
 
 MISTHER O'RYAN. An Incident in the History of a 
 
 Nation. By Edward McNulty. Small Bvo., elegantly bound, 3s. 6d. 
 
 ' An e.xtremely well-written satire of the possibilities of blarney and brag.' — Pall Mat! 
 Gazette. 
 
 STEPHEN REMARK. The Story of a Venture in Ethics. 
 
 By the Hon. and Rev. James Adderley, formerly Head of the Oxford 
 House and Christ Church Mission, Bethnal Green. Twenty-Second 
 Thousand. Small Bvo., elegantly bound, 3s. 6d. Also in paper cover, is. 
 
 ' Let us express our th.inkfulness at encountering for once in a way an author who can 
 amuse us.' — Saturday Review. 
 
 HALF-A-CROWN NOVELS. 
 LOVE-LETTERS OF A WORLDLY WOMAN. By Mrs. 
 
 W. K. Clifford, Author of 'Aunt Anne,' 'Mrs. Keith's Crime," etc. 
 One vol., crown 8vo., cloth, 2S. 6d. 
 
 ' One of the cleverest books that ever a woman wrote.' — Queen. 
 
 THAT FIDDLER FELLOW : A Tale of St. Andrews. By 
 
 Horace G. Hutchin.son, Author of 'My Wife's Politics,' 'Golf,' 
 ' Creatures of Circumstance,' etc. Crown 8vo., cloth, 2s. 6d.
 
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 COUNTRY HOUSE— PASTIMES. 
 Ellacombe— IN A GLOUCESTERSHIRE GARDEN. By 
 
 the Rev. H. N. Ellacomijk, Vicar of Bitton, and Honorary Canon of 
 Bristol. Author of ' Plant Lore and Garden Craft of Shakespeare.' 
 Second Edition. Crown 8vo. , cloth, 6s. 
 
 ' The book may be warmly recommended to all who love gardens, while it also cannot 
 fail to interest even the horticulturally unlearned. It is written in a style that is clear, 
 bright, and simple, and from beginning to end there is not a dull or wearisome sentence.' 
 — 77u' Giian/i'an. 
 
 ' Altogether a charming book.' — IVc'stiiiiKstcr Gazette. 
 
 Hole-A BOOK ABOUT THE GARDEN AND THE 
 
 GARDENER. By the Very Rev. S. Reynolds Hole, Dean of Rochester. 
 Second edition. Crov\n 8vo. , 6s. 
 
 Hole— A BOOK ABOUT ROSES. By the Very Rev. S. 
 
 Reynolds Hole (Dean of Rochester). Twentieth thousand. Crown 
 8vo. , cloth, 2S. 6d. 
 
 Brown — PLEASURABLE POULTRY - KEEPING. By 
 
 E. Brown, F.L.S. Fully illustrated. One vol., crown Bvo., cloth, 2S. 6d. 
 
 ' Mr. Brown has established for himself a unique position in regard to this suliject, and 
 what he lias to say is not only sound counsel, but is presented in a very readable form.' — 
 Nottingham Daily Guardian. 
 
 Brown-POULTRY-KEEPING AS AN INDUSTRY FOR 
 
 FARMERS AND COTTAGERS. By Edwakd Bkown. Fully illustrated. 
 Second edition. Demy 4to. , cloth, 6s. 
 
 Brown-INDUSTRIAL POULTRY-KEEPING. By Edward 
 
 Bkown. Illustrated. Paper boards, is. A small handbook chiefly 
 intended for cottagers and allotment-holders. 
 
 Brown— POULTRY FATTENING. By E. Brown, F.L.S. 
 
 Fully illustrated. New Edition. Crown Bvo., is. 6d. 
 
 White— PLEASURABLE BEE-KEEPING. By C. N. White, 
 
 Lecturer to the County Councils of Huntingdon, Cambridgeshire, etc. 
 Fully illustrated. One vol., crown 8vo., cloth, 2s. 6d. 
 
 ' A complete guide for tlie amateur bee-keeper, as clear and concise as such a guide can 
 be \\\3.i\ft.' — Glasgo-M Herald.
 
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 Gossip— THE CHESS POCKET MANUAL. By G. H. D. 
 
 Gossip. A Pocket Guide, with numerous Specimen Games and Illustra- 
 tions. Small 8vo. , 2S. 6d. 
 
 Cunning-ham— THE DRAUGHTS POCKET MANUAL. By 
 
 J. G. Cunningham. An Introduction to the Game in all its branches. 
 Small 8vo. , with numerous diagrams, 2S. 6d. 
 
 'These two excellent little manuals may be mentioned together. Both will be found 
 well worth study by those who are interested in the subjects which they discuss.' — 
 Spectator. 
 
 Kenney-Herbert— COMMON-SENSE COOKERY: based 
 
 on Modern English and Continental Principles, Worked out in Detail. 
 By Colonel A. Kenney-Herbert (' Wyvern '). Large crown 8vo. , over 
 500 pp., 7s. 6d. 
 
 ' A book which is sure to have a large circulation, since the author, the well-known 
 " Wj-v_ern," has been for some time generally accepted as perhaps the chief English 
 authority on the art of cookery.' — Times. 
 
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