Barbara Rebell

"I beg to hint to all Equestrian Misses That horses' backs are not their proper place; A woman's forte is music--love--or kisses, Not leaping gates, or galloping a race; I somet...

"Et voilà que vieillie et qu'infirme avant l'heure Ta main tremble à jamais qui n'a jamais tremblé, Voilà qu'encore plus haute et que toujours meilleure L'âme seule est debout d...

"Mates are chosen marketwise Coolest bargainer best buys, Leap not, nor let leap the heart; Trot your track and drag your cart, So your end may be in wool Honoured and with mang...

During the ten days which followed that on which Mrs. Boringdon had held a certain conversation with her son, Lucy Kemp gradually became aware of two things. The first, which se...

"She whom I have praised so, Yields delight for reason too: Who could dote on thing so common As mere outward-handsome woman? Such half-beauties only win Fools to let affection...

It is wonderful how few mistakes are made by those who have the sending out of invitations to a great country function. The wrong people are sometimes included, but it rarely ha...

"But as we walked we turned aside Into a narrow tortuous lane Where baffling paths the roads divide And jealous brambles prick to pain: Then first I saw, with quick surprise, Th...

Chancton Priory had been, from his earliest boyhood, even more James Berwick's home than was his uncle's house over at Fletchings, and it was incomparably dearer to him in every...

Oliver Boringdon held in his hand the West Indian letter which he knew was an answer to the one he had written to his brother-in-law rather more than a month before. For nearly...

A short avenue of chestnut trees, now in their scented glory of rose-pink blossom, hid the square red-brick hunting lodge, still known by its pre-Revolution name of Le Pavillon...

"Will you please introduce me to the lady with whom Mr. Daman has been talking all the evening? I have something I very much want to ask her, and I don't wish to say it before t...

Love has been described, by one who had a singularly intuitive knowledge of men's hearts, as a vital malady, and in one essential matter the similitude holds good--namely, in th...

For, as bright day, with black approach of night, Contending makes a doubtful puzzling light, So does my Honour and my Love together Puzzle me so I can decide on neither."

The pretty Breton legend setting forth that, during the night, angels take sanctuary from evil spirits in the neighbourhood of sleeping maidens, often came to Mrs. Kemp's mind w...

When Mrs. Rebell made her request, Daniel O'Flaherty was walking up and down the small hall, waiting for the carriage in which he was to drive that Sunday morning to the nearest...

"So every sweet with sour is tempered still, That maketh it be coveted the more; For easy things that may be got at will Most sorts of men do set but little store." SPENSER.

The days following Barbara's return to Chancton Priory went slowly by, and she received no sign, no word from Berwick. She had felt quite sure that he would come--if not that sa...

Miss Vipen's cottage was exactly opposite the Chancton Post Office. Even in winter it was a pretty, cheerful-looking little house closely covered with evergreen creepers, the pa...

There was something fantastic, magnificent, almost unreal in the scene she saw. The brougham in which she sat by Berwick's side was gliding quietly and smoothly between pillars...

It was the second day of the three which were being devoted to the coming-of-age festivities of Lord Pendragon, and Miss Berwick had asked herself to lunch at Halnakeham Castle....

As Barbara Rebell, still Barbara Rebell, though she had been a wife, a most unhappy wife, for six years, stepped from the small dark vestibule into the dimly-lighted hall of Cha...

Within a week of her return to Chancton Priory, Barbara heard of Pedro Rebell's serious condition. A short, dry note from Andrew Johnstone conveyed to her the fact that he was d...

A whole year had gone by, and it had been, so Chancton village and the whole neighbourhood agreed, the dullest and longest twelve months the place had ever known. What events ha...

Berwick were to him almost like his own children was, I confess, painful to me, but now that he knows what it is to have a child of his own--ah, Adela, I wish you could see them...