Mr. Jervis, Vol. 2 (of 3)

Sarabella Brande was a truly proud woman, as she concluded an inspection of her niece, ere the young lady started to make her first appearance in public. There was not a fault t...

Time wore on; Honor was becoming familiarized with her new surroundings, had picked up some useful Hindustani words, made a round of calls, and shown that she had no mean skill...

Visitors had shaken down into sets, and discovered whom they liked and whom they did not like. In a short hill season there is no time to waste on long-drawn-out overtures to ac...

Mrs. Langrishe gave an exceedingly languid acquiescence to the constant remark, “What a charming girl Miss Gordon is! and what a favourite she has become! Her aunt and uncle are...

The “picnic” season at Shirani set in with unexampled severity. There were tea picnics--an inexpensive form of entertainment, dear to the economically disposed, who flattered th...

Honor Gordon and Sir Gloster sent their ponies on ahead--as the path was all downhill--and elected to walk. To tell the truth, the gentleman was a nervous rider, and greatly pre...

Mark Jervis had resisted all Mrs. Brande’s invitations to “take him home and nurse him.” He would be far better, quoth she, in her comfortable spare room, with the best of fresh...

“Sara,” said her husband, coming in from his dressing-room, lathering his face--he was always clean-shaven, and looked twenty-five at a distance--“Waring is off. That young Jerv...

Two days after this conversation, Sweet Primrose was kicking her long legs in Rookwood verandah, as she lay flat on the matting, absorbed in a picture-book. A picture-book, no m...

It may appear in a ludicrous light to most people, but it was, nevertheless, a solemn fact that Mrs. Brande fretted so dreadfully after her dog, that her medical adviser (Dr. Lo...

The little excursion into the interior lasted ten days. Mr. Brande was fond of thus throwing off the trammels of office and putting many miles of mountain and valley between him...

The bachelors’ ball was to be the dance of the season, and to be done in a style that would set all future competition at defiance, for young Jervis--who was quite a leading lig...

At nine o’clock--Indian balls are punctual and early--many lights were to be seen converging in all directions towards the club. The oldest inhabitant scarcely recognized it, it...