Daughters of Belgravia; vol. 3 of 3

“Shall we not laugh, shall we not weep? Not we, though this be as it is; For love awake or love asleep Ends in a laugh, a dream, a kiss!”

“If I could but know after all, I might cease to hunger and ache, Though your heart were ever so small, If it were not a stone or a snake.”

“Take hands and part with laughter, Touch lips and part with tears, Once more, and no more after, Whatever comes with years. We twain shall not remeasure The ways that left us t...

Mademoiselle, with the tact of a hostess to the manner born, and the _savoir-faire_ that she has learned goodness knows how, is careful that these small feasts shall savour rath...

“Your lithe hands draw me--your face burns through me, I am swift to follow you, keen to see, But love lacks might to redeem or undo me, As I have been--I shall surely be.”

“But love so lightly plighted, Our love with torch unlighted, Paused near us unaffrighted, Who found and left him free. None seeing us cloven in sunder, Will weep, or laugh, or...

“And where the red was--lo! the bloodless white, And where truth was--the likeness of a liar, And where day was--the likeness of the night, This is the end of every man’s desire!”

“It is not much that a man can save On the sands of life--in the straits of Time, Who swims in sight of the third great wave, That never a swimmer shall cross or climb. Some wai...

“You came in very late last night, darling,” Zai says, a little reproachfully, as she sits _en peignoir_--but a _peignoir_ daintily got up, with Valenciennes and pink ribbons, a...

THE HEIR PRESUMPTIVE. THE HEART OF JANE WARNER. UNDER THE LILIES AND ROSES. MY OWN CHILD. HER WORLD AGAINST A LIE. PEERESS AND PLAYER. FACING THE FOOTLIGHTS. MY SISTER THE ACTRESS.