Category: Romance
At this terrible assertion, Mrs Crampton shivered as if she had been struck, and Aunt Clem silently dissolved into tears. Henry Hindes, of all the party, alone preserved his composure. He leaned back in his chair, carefully trimming his filbert nails with a penknife, as if the...
At this terrible assertion, Mrs Crampton shivered as if she had been struck, and Aunt Clem silently dissolved into tears. Henry Hindes, of all the party, alone preserved his com...
2. CHAPTER II.Jenny looked, if possible, lovelier than usual as she tripped downstairs beside her mother and her aunt. Her face was still flushed from sleep, and her hair had been twisted up...
3. CHAPTER III.When Miss Crampton’s letter reached the hands of Mr Frederick Walcheren, it was by the four o’clock post, and that gentleman was lying on a couch in his apartments in Nevern Man...
4. CHAPTER IV.But he did not quite know Frederick Walcheren. Perhaps, also, he did not how know cunning Love makes a man. The younger man had assumed his overcoat and hat, and gone forth at t...
5. CHAPTER V.Henry Hindes’ house was the most remarkable in Hampstead. It was called ‘The Old Hall,’ and was supposed to have been built more than two hundred years before. It was situated w...
6. CHAPTER VI.Honeymoons are not always the blissful periods anticipated by those who enter on them, but Frederick’s and Jenny’s promised to be an exception to the rule. The girl was so livel...
7. CHAPTER VII.‘How dare you,’ she cried, ‘make such an infamous proposal to me? I don’t believe papa ever told you to say so. I don’t believe he would have thought of such a thing if you had...
8. CHAPTER VIII.Amongst Frederick Walcheren’s varied accomplishments, swimming held a prominent position. From a child he had exercised this most useful of all practices, until he was as much a...
9. CHAPTER IX.He guessed at once what they meant. He had just returned from church with his wife and elder children. He had not dared to refuse to go, for he was a regular attendant there, an...
10. CHAPTER X.Frederick was still bending over the dead body of his wife, when Philip Walcheren entered the little back parlour of the ‘Bottle and Spurs’ that evening. The landlady told him t...