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(Reprinted from the "Dublin University Magazine.")
AUTHOR OF "UNCLE SILAS," "GUY DEVERELL," "THE HOUSE BY THE CHURCHYARD," ETC. ETC.
LONDON: TINSLEY BROTHERS, 18, CATHERINE ST., STRAND. 1867.
[_The Right of Translation is reserved._]
LONDON: BRADBURY, EVANS, AND CO., PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS.
I.--IN THE OAK PARLOUR--A MEETING AND PARTING 1
IV.--MR. BENJAMIN LEVI RECOGNISES AN ACQUAINTANCE 32
VII.--MR. DINGWELL MAKES HIMSELF COMFORTABLE 68
IX.--IN WHICH MR. DINGWELL PUTS HIS HAND TO THE POKER 87
X.--CLEVE VERNEY SEES THE CHATEAU DE CRESSERON 102
XIII.--THE REV. ISAAC DIXIE SETS FORTH ON A MISSION 136
XV.--MR. CLEVE VERNEY PAYS A VISIT TO ROSEMARY COURT 157
XIX.--VANE ETHERAGE GREETS LORD VERNEY 222
IN THE OAK PARLOUR--A MEETING AND PARTING.
"GOSSIPING place Cardyllian is," said Miss Anne Sheckleton, after they had walked on a little in silence. "What nonsense the people do talk. I never heard anything like it. Did you ever hear such a galamathias?"
The young lady walking by her side answered by a cold little laugh--
"Yes, I suppose so. All small country towns _are_, I believe," said she.
"And that good old soul, Mrs. Jones, she does invent the most absurd gossip about every body that imagination can conceive. Wilmot told me the other day that she had given her to understand that your father is a madman, sent down here by London doctors for change of air. I make it a point never to mind one word she says; although her news, I confess, does amuse me."
"Yes, it is, very foolish. Who are those Etherages?" said Margaret.
"Oh! They are village people--oddities," said Miss Sheckleton. "From all I can gather, you have no idea what absurd people they are."
"He was walking with them. Was not he?" asked the young lady.
Then followed a long silence, and the elder lady at length said--
"How fortunate we have been in our weather; haven't we? How beautiful the hills look this evening!" said the spinster; but her words did not sound as if she cared about the hills or the light. I believe the two ladies were each acting a part.