The fatal three, vol. I

“My dear John, you have just admitted that she is between thirteen and fourteen—a great deal more than a child—a great overgrown girl, who will want to be taken about in the car...

Mrs. Fausset’s three parties, the last of which was a very smart ball, kept her away from home until the summer sun was rising above Grosvenor Square, and the cocks were crowing...

Mildred and her father’s ward got on remarkably well—perhaps a little too well to please Mrs. Fausset, who had been jealous of the new-comer, and resentful of her intrusion from...

The London season was waning, and fewer carriages rolled westward to the Park gates in the low sunlight of late afternoon, and fewer riders trotted eastward towards Grosvenor Sq...

Mr. and Mrs. Greswold, of Enderby Manor, had been submitting to a fortnight’s dissipation in London, and this was their first Sunday at home after that interval. They had return...

George Greswold left the dairy-garden like a man stricken to death. He felt as if the hand of Fate were on him. It was not his fault that this evil had come upon him, that these...

George Greswold and his wife spent the rest of that fatal year in a villa on the Lake of Thun, an Italian villa, with a campanello tower, and a long white colonnade, and stone b...

Mildred had been motherless for a year when that new love began to grow which was to be stronger and closer than the love of mother or father, and which was to take possession o...

Two months had gone since that first visit to Lola’s grave, when the husband and wife had knelt so near each other, and yet so far apart in the infinite mystery of human conscio...

When Mr. and Mrs. Greswold left the church, the stranger was taking his place in the Hillersdon wagonette, a capacious vehicle, drawn by a pair of upstanding black-brown horses,...

“So late?” exclaimed Castellani, in a cheery voice; “and I promised Mrs. Hillersdon to be back in time to drive to Romsey for the evening service. The old Abbey Church of Romsey...

Mr. Castellani did not wait long before he availed himself of Mrs. Greswold’s permission to repeat his visit. He appeared on Friday afternoon, at the orthodox hour of half-past...

It was in all good faith that Clement Cancellor had gone to Riverdale. He had not gone there for the fleshpots of Egypt. He was a man of severely ascetic habits, who ate and dra...

The charity concert afforded César Castellani just the necessary excuse for going to Enderby Manor House as often as he liked, and for staying there as long as he liked. He was...