ORLEY FARM. FRONTISPIECE SIR PEREGRINE AND HIS HEIR. CHAPTER III THERE WAS SORROW IN HER HEART, AND DEEP THOUGHT IN HER MIND. CHAPTER V "THERE IS NOTHING LIKE IRON, SIR; NOTHING." CHAPTER VI AND THEN THEY ALL MARCHED OUT OF THE ROOM, EACH WITH HIS OWN GLASS. CHAPTER IX MR. FURNIVAL'S WELCOME HOME. CHAPTER XI "YOUR SON LUCIUS DID SAY--SHOPPING." CHAPTER XIII OVER THEIR WINE. CHAPTER XIV VON BAUHR'S DREAM. CHAPTER XVII THE ENGLISH VON BAUHR AND HIS PUPIL. CHAPTER XVIII CHRISTMAS AT NONINGSBY--MORNING. CHAPTER XXII CHRISTMAS AT NONINGSBY--EVENING. CHAPTER XXII "WHY SHOULD I NOT?" CHAPTER XXV MONKTON GRANGE. CHAPTER XXVIII FELIX GRAHAM IN TROUBLE. CHAPTER XXIX FOOTSTEPS IN THE CORRIDOR. CHAPTER XXXI THE ANGEL OF LIGHT. CHAPTER XXXIII LUCIUS MASON IN HIS STUDY. CHAPTER XXXVI PEREGRINE'S ELOQUENCE. CHAPTER XXXVII LADY STAVELY INTERRUPTING HER SON AND SOPHIA FURNIVAL. CHAPTER XXXIX
JOHN KENNEBY AND MIRIAM DOCKWRATH. CHAPTER XLII GUILTY. CHAPTER XLIV LADY MASON AFTER HER CONFESSION. CHAPTER XLV "BREAD SAUCE IS SO TICKLISH." CHAPTER XLVII "NEVER IS A VERY LONG WORD." CHAPTER L "TOM," SHE SAID, "I HAVE COME BACK." CHAPTER LI LADY MASON GOING BEFORE THE MAGISTRATES. CHAPTER LIII SIR PEREGRINE AT MR. ROUND'S OFFICE. CHAPTER LVI "TELL ME, MADELINE, ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?" CHAPTER LVIII "NO SURRENDER." CHAPTER LIX MR. CHAFFANBRASS AND MR. SOLOMON ARAM. CHAPTER LXII THE COURT. CHAPTER LXIV THE DRAWING-ROOM AT NONINGSBY. CHAPTER LXV "AND HOW ARE THEY ALL AT NONINGSBY?" CHAPTER LXVI LADY MASON LEAVING THE COURT. CHAPTER LXX "HOW CAN I BEAR IT?" CHAPTER LXX BRIDGET BOLSTER IN COURT. CHAPTER LXXI LUCIUS MASON, AS HE LEANED ON THE GATE THAT WAS NO LONGER HIS OWN. CHAPTER LXXIII FAREWELL! CHAPTER LXXIX FAREWELL! CHAPTER LXXIX
THE COMMENCEMENT OF THE GREAT ORLEY FARM CASE.
It is not true that a rose by any other name will smell as sweet. Were it true, I should call this story "The Great Orley Farm Case." But who would ask for the ninth number of a serial work burthened with so very uncouth an appellation? Thence, and therefore,--Orley Farm.
I say so much at commencing in order that I may have an opportunity of explaining that this book of mine will not be devoted in any special way to rural delights. The name might lead to the idea that new precepts were to be given, in the pleasant guise of a novel, as to cream-cheeses, pigs with small bones, wheat sown in drills, or artificial manure. No such aspirations are mine. I make no attempts in that line, and declare at once that agriculturists will gain nothing from my present performance. Orley Farm, my readers, will be our scene during a portion of our present sojourn together, but the name has been chosen as having been intimately connected with certain legal questions which made a considerable stir in our courts of law.