Hathercourt

And Alys did not get her flowers, poor girl. Nor was she told the reason why. But late that last evening, when the packing was done, and the various little personalities that, e...

Major Throckmorton took Mary back to Mrs Greville, and after engaging her for another dance, later in the evening, strolled away again, considerably to her satisfaction, for she...

"The haunted aisles, the gathering gloom, By some stray shaft of eve made fair; The stillness of the neighbouring air, The faded legends of the tomb. I loved them all..."

It did "pass off" again. The next day Mr Western seemed nearly as well as usual, though to Mary's eyes there was a tired and unrestful expression on his face with which she coul...

But, as not unfrequently happens, Mr Cheviott found the anticipation worse than the reality. Alys was up-stairs in her own room when they got to the house, and she begged her br...

"Raged the loud storm... The lightning o'er his path Flashed horribly--the thunder pealed--the winds Mournfully blew; yet still his desperate course He held; and fierce he urged...

"He desired in a wife an intellect that, if not equal to his own, could become so by sympathy--a union of high culture and noble aspiration, and yet of loving womanly sweetness...

"_Man proposes, but the weather interposes_," is a travesty of the well-known old saying, which few people would dispute the truth of. Directly the delay in the Cheviotts' retur...

Days passed--a week, ten days of Mr Brandreth's fortnight were over, but still he would say nothing definite as to the possibility of moving Alys to Romary. And Alys herself see...

There was silence in the Romary carriage too as it made its way home, with considerably more speed than the Withenden fly, after the ball. It had been arranged that Mr Cheviott...

"Mais, il faut bien le reconnaitre, tout est relatif en ce monde, et les choses nous affectent toujours dans la mesure de l'education que nous avons recue et du milieu social ou...

The ball at Brocklehurst was this year anticipated with more than ordinary interest. It was to be an unusually good one, said the local authorities; all the "best" houses in the...

"For to-morrow," she said to herself, while she was dressing, "may be wet and stormy, and I must not weaken my position by making myself look ridiculous, if I can help it. And I...

"And so at length with the fading year; There comes a tender time once more, And the year clings more fondly to life and light, Now that its labour is over and done. And the woo...

"Damsel," he said, "ye be not all to blame, ... Ye said your say; Mine answer was my deed. Good sooth! I hold He scarce is knight, yea but half man ... ... He, who lets His hear...

An hour or so later on this eventful afternoon--or evening, rather, it was fast growing dark--a cloaked and hooded figure was to be seen hastening along the lane which was the s...

"To-morrow" was a fine day at last. And Lilias was up betimes. It was the day before that of her leaving home, and, notwithstanding the great preliminary preparations, there wer...

"Something like, isn't it?" said Mr Morpeth, looking round him with approval, while Miss Morpeth shivered and declared she would not care to spend a night in it, and Miss Cecili...

It was within a few days of Lilian's going. The bustle of preparation-- of "doing up" the two white muslin evening dresses, the joint property of herself and Mary, but which Mar...

November was not bright everywhere, however. In Paris everything, out of doors, that is to say, was looking extremely dull, and Alys Cheviott many times, during the four weeks h...

The days went on, and things at Hathercourt Rectory looked much the same as usual. But not many had passed before, to Mary's watching eyes, it seemed that Lilias was flagging. S...

There was no good, there seldom is any, in crying about it. And Mary's tears were those rather of anger and indignation than of sorrow. The sorrow was there, but it lay a good d...

"Have you seen Alys, Laurence?" she said, as the butler came with a discreet inquiry as to what Miss Cheviott would be likely to "fancy." She had told her maid that she did not...

She flew out of the room, across the passage, down the little stair, and out at the door, still standing slightly ajar, for a moment thinking of nothing but the delight of being...

The evening that followed this little conversation was one of the--if not the--pleasantest of those Mary had spent at the farm. Alys seemed wonderfully stronger and better, or e...

"... Yet he talks well But what care I for words? yet words do well When he that speaks them pleases those that hear. ... But for my part I love him not, nor hate him not; and y...

Alys started up from the invalid couch on which she was lying. The brother and sister were in a small morning-room which Alys sometimes called her "boudoir," though its rather h...

"I am so very much obliged to you for seeing me. I am afraid it is very inconvenient and uncomfortable for you--in fact, as I have been telling your daughters, I am altogether a...

For the beautiful Miss Cheviott, little though she had been seen in Paris, had been seen enough to make a considerable sensation, especially as rumour, in this case with somewha...

So it was not really for from "this time to-morrow" that Lilias had so confidently anticipated, when Mrs Western opened the envelope, addressed to her by Captain Beverley, and r...

She had stopped just in front of him. This time her voice could not fail to attract his attention, and with a slight start--for his thoughts had been busied with matters far awa...