Dr. Vermont's fantasy, and other stories

Three of these stories--‘Armand’s Mistake,’ ‘A Page of Philosophy,’ and ‘The Little Marquis’ have already appeared in _Macmillan’s Magazine_, and I am indebted to Messrs. Macmil...

The morning I devoted to examination of my quarters. I found the door of the mysterious chamber locked, but as the key was on the outside, I had the indiscretion to turn it and...

I assured her that the Irishman was not born who could not change his opinion at a moment’s notice for the fun of the thing, and in the midst of comedy fall foul upon tragedy fo...

‘But, since women are only happy in virtue of their lovers and not in virtue of their husbands,’ shouted Anatole, with a charming look of _rouerie_, ‘what a dismal future for Fr...

And yet the Doctor’s calm inspection was not without a twinge of anger, as at a kind of infringement of his personal rights. As he sat in the old salon, where in his youth he us...

‘I fling away nothing, for the simple reason, I have nothing to fling away. It is not chance any of us lack, chances of making fools of ourselves, of others. Chance, my friend,...

Trueberry was restored to a vague consciousness, and lay with shut eyes in a darkened room. I walked outside with the doctor, who was a cheery, hopeful fellow, and in diagnosing...

What an idiot I was, to be sure, and what a miserably inadequate refusal! Yet could I give my real reason? That a sharp-witted man of the world, an intelligent French writer of...

‘Then you are deceiving yourself,’ I said, shrugging and turning impatiently on my heel. ‘She loves you. I have seen it in her eyes, felt it to the inmost fibres of consciousnes...

‘At Toulouse he wrote again: “A young girl got into the carriage with me. We were alone, and she soon gave me a visible demonstration of the strange eccentricities oddly explain...

‘After this there is a long lapse of silence. I fear the delights of poor Krowtosky’s honeymoon were soon enough disturbed by the grim question of ways and means. As I was only...

‘Money! Money! Ah, how I hate the word, hate still more the look of the thing! I have watched them at the bank shovelling gold, solid gold pieces, till my heart went sick. Where...

But all these pinings and idle regrets were silenced, and gave place to rapturous content the first afternoon on which he walked up the long avenue of his uncle’s country house...

‘You’re a Londoner, I suppose--an impudent Cockney?’ said Mr. Fitzroy, observing him as he put aside the green glass and stretched behind for his toilet tumbler. ‘Right you are...

This explanation thrilled new thoughts and ambition in the breast of the little marquis. Why should not he begin at once to explore the world, and see for himself what lay beyon...

Hervé sighed, and thought if the countess had been here that he would have sat beside her all the evening, and have held her hand. And the knowledge that he would never again ho...