Madame Claire

"_'I think I told you about a cottage my mother owned in Cornwall. It's a very remote, quiet little place, and I've found it very useful at different times. I think it will exac...

Judy had neither seen nor heard from Major Crosby since the day they had tea together at Madame Claire's. She had written him a note to thank him for his flowers, the sending of...

She was finding London bearable, thanks to her nephew, and although she had, she said, nothing to look forward to, she was content with the present as long as the present remain...

It was just a week after the accident that Judy and Noel went to Campden Hill to see Major Crosby. A message had come at last from Dr. Ferguson to the effect that if Miss Jugger...

"It won't be wildly gay," said Noel as he saw Judy off at Victoria Station two days later, "but you'll have sun and a change of scene. Anyhow, I have a pretty good hunch that th...

Judy's letter was followed by one from Stephen. Madame Claire felt that it was from some one very close at hand. He seemed to be coming nearer to her daily, and she no longer vi...

nature--the charm of gentleness and quiet and homeliness. Every wind was tempered, the sun shone through a protecting haze, the verdure harbored nothing more treacherous than a...

That gentleman was well aware that she avoided seeing him because her nephew had persuaded her to do so, and he was not pleased. There were other things that did not please him....

"_Every moment that I spend here in this lovely place, I say to myself, 'You have Claire to thank for this.' I know now how cleverly you managed it all. A hint here, a word ther...

Judy reached London at ten o'clock one night, tired but in the best of spirits. She felt that she was returning, thanks to Stephen, to a new life. Eaton Square no longer seemed...

"_Thank God for your letter. It's put new life into me; and I assure you, I needed it. Of course it's all tommyrot what you say about old age. Who wouldn't want to run and jump...

When Noel woke, the morning after his ultimatum to Connie, he was at once aware that something was to make that day different from other days, but for a moment he couldn't remem...

"_I didn't answer your last as promptly as I wanted to because of the ills of the flesh. However, I feel freer of them to-day than I have for some time past. Your letters get be...

Louise returned to London in a strange state of mind. In the first place, her family, who liked Eric, had not been disposed to listen sympathetically to her rather vague complai...

She thought it was one of the most perfect moments of her life. She could taste to the full, in one mouthful, so to speak, the different yet blending flavors of anticipation and...

If you wish to be relieved from the worries of housekeeping; if you wish to cultivate the society of retired army folk, or that of blameless spinsterhood, ask for a room (inclus...

Dawson thought her mistress must have begun to write her "memoyers," she wrote so long. She said as much to Judy and Noel when they came to pay Madame Claire a visit the next da...

Major Stroud had also been invited to tea at Madame Claire's, but was to be out of town, and as Noel had to see a man about a job, the party had dwindled to three, and Chip foun...

The "Heavenly Chariot" was Judy's name for the Bennetts' shining gray car. The Pendletons had one of their own, an elderly and dignified Daimler, but for some reason unfathomabl...

Madame Claire was glad she was not included in the ban of silence. She was much interested in the affair. She was also--though she took care not to let Judy see it--a little exc...

"_I was delighted with your letter, I believe you are feeling better, for you sounded far more like your old self. Especially the postscript, which I thought a most hopeful indi...

Eric drove at once to the little hotel off the Avenue de la Grande Armée, and made himself known. He had wired for a room at the Crillon, preferring not to stay too near Connie...

"_This is the last letter I'll write to you from here, as I'm coming home so soon now. I wish I could bring Stephen with me, but Miss McPherson says he won't be ready to travel...

"_Bronchitis and phlebitis,_" he wrote, "_are not as pretty as they sound, although your garden amused me very much. Miss McPherson would be happy in it, that's certain. When I'...

"_Bless you, Claire,_" began Stephen's next letter, "_you make even my life worth living. Your letters are my one delight. All the same, we are poles apart in some things. You s...

easily. She glanced about the crowded room as she sat down, hoping that she might be seen in the company of such a man. She was proud of him, and, to do her justice, proud of th...

"_I am so sorry you are feeling less well. How is the phlebitis? No one ought to suffer from anything with such a pretty name. Did you ever stop to think that the names of disea...

Late September had come, with its sad, too-mellow beauty. It had ripened all the fruit, burnishing the apples to look like little suns, and the sun to look like a ripe, burnishe...