Fordham's Feud

Philip was only too ready to follow his friend's advice, and accordingly started away there and then--whither he did not care. His only thought was to get through the day somehow.

Not less imposing was the wild magnificence of this panorama as viewed from the Mountet cabin, which, from its eyrie-like position high up among the rocks, commanded the whole v...

There are few more beautiful and romantic scenes than the lower end of the Val d'Anniviers as, having after a long and tedious ascent by very abrupt zig-zags reached Niouc, you...

Her decks were covered with passengers, mostly of French nationality-- light-hearted, chattering, cheerful souls, talking volubly and all at once--talking the harder apparently...

"Peter," said Fordham, interrupting a story over which the guides were guffawing among themselves, and which related to a certain rash tourist who had undertaken to cross the Go...

Alma Wyatt was at home again--was once more an inmate of the much-decried semi-detached which was an exact counterpart of all the Rosebanks, and Hollybanks, and Belmonts, and He...

Alma's wish was destined to be fulfilled, for the morning broke clear and cloudless. Starting in the highest spirits, a couple of hours' easy walking brought the party to the fo...

The party, gathered round Fordham on the wooden pier, were not a little disappointed. They had reckoned on changing steamers and going straight on without delay, for the _Mont B...

"There is a good deal of a surprise before you, Philip," began the paper, "but nevertheless, go patiently through this, from start to finish, and don't look at the end first, af...

A roaring fire blazed in the wide chimney-place of the Chalet Soladier. The air was raw and chill, for another rain-gust had swept suddenly up; and seated around the cheerful gl...

A moment ago they were in a full blaze of noonday radiance, revelling in its golden, undimmed splendour; now this had, as by the wave of a magic wand, given place to a semi-gloo...

Father and son had the house to themselves, for the servants had long since gone to bed, and Lady Orlebar had done likewise, in a towering passion. Softly Philip returned to the...

Claxby Court, Sir Francis Orlebar's seat, was a snug country box, rather modern in architecture and unpretentious of aspect. A long, winding carriage-drive led up to the front p...

"Well, Francis, and what do you think of that idle, good-for-nothing boy of yours now? He seems in no great hurry to come and see his father--in rather less of a hurry than his...

"Oh, I don't know. By the way, Fordham, I'm not sure that real high climbing isn't a mistake. It seems rather a thin thing to put oneself to any amount of unmitigated fag, and g...

"That there are as good fish in the sea as any that ever came out may or may not be a sound proverb, but it's one that our friend Orlebar seems to believe in--eh, Fordham?"

A narrow apex of solid rock, surrounded by a little cairn of stones and four human figures. And around--what a panorama! Everywhere rolling billowy summits, snowy and hump-like,...

When Philip at length managed to leave his room and hobble downstairs with the aid of a stick and one of the hotel porters he realised to the full that it was high time he did.

A pile of rocks overgrown with stunted rhododendron bushes and shaggy, weather-beaten pines, also stunted. Among these a foaming mountain torrent cleft its way, dashing through...

"I tell you what it is, Sir Philip Orlebar as is to be," returned Fordham, who was in an abominably bad humour, pausing with his razor arrested. "You'll be the death of me long...

The afternoon train was crawling up the Rhone valley, wending its leisurely way over the flat and low-lying bottom as though to afford its passengers, mostly foreigners, every o...

The first remark was evoked by the recollection that, even as they now stood watching the swift, shearing approach of the _Mont Blanc_ sweeping up to the jetty, so had they arri...

It was early morning--gloomy and lowering. The two occupants of the open carriage wending its way at a footpace up the steep mountain road were well wrapped up, for at that elev...

But although the long tables running round the fine dining-hall--the latter occupying the whole ground-floor of one wing--were only laid half-way down the room, yet there was a...

Thus characteristically did these two Britons greet each other, meeting unexpectedly on the steps of one of the hotels at Zermatt. The bell was ringing for _table d'hote_ lunche...

Life at a mountain hotel affected by our compatriots is very much like life on board a passenger ship, with the difference and manifest advantages that the Johnsonian definition...

Philip was not up to his usual form during luncheon. Any one in the secret would have said that that letter was burning a hole in his pocket. It seemed to affect his appetite; i...

"Have I?" replied the latter leisurely, turning round with a half-soaped visage, and razor arrested in mid-air. "But, Phil, it's rather lucky you didn't swoop down in such hurri...

Everybody visiting at Les Avants for the first time while the narcissus is in full bloom, is apt to grow more than enthusiastic over that lovely and fragrant flower, even as in...

The telegram which Fordham had shown Sir Francis told no more than the truth. Philip had riveted about himself that chain which only death can break. He and Laura Daventer were...

The fine vessel was a brave sight as she sped arrowlike over the turquoise breast of Lake Leman, her straight stem shearing up a great scintillating blade of water on either sid...

In his eulogy of the beauties of that fairy glen, the Gorge du Chauderon, Fordham was not exaggerating one whit; and while our two friends are pursuing their way along its windi...

After Fordham had left the room Sir Francis hardly seemed aware of his visitor's departure. He sat there like one turned to stone, the full horror of the recent disclosure weigh...

Not less radiantly did the sun shine upon the blue lake, in whose pellucid surface lay mirrored the great feathery slopes of the Savoy Alps; not less joyously did the cheerful s...

Nearly a week had elapsed since the departure of the Wyatts, and yet, contrary to all precedent, the volatile Phil's normal good spirits showed no sign of returning. He was hard...