UNIFORM WITH THIS VOLUME. THE FILIBUSTERS CUTCLIFFE HYNE THE ROYAL END HENRY HARLAND MOLLIE'S PRINCE ROSA N. CAREY BY RIGHT OF SWORD A. W. MARCHMONT THE MAYORESS'S WOOING MRS. BAILLIE SAUNDERS THE THIEF OF VIRTUE EDEN PHILLPOTTS A LONELY LITTLE LADY DOLF WYLLARDE THE STUMBLING BLOCK JUSTUS MILES FORMAN TWO IMPOSTORS AND TINKER DOROTHEA CONYERS PARK LANE PERCY WHITE HUTCHINSON & CO.'S 7d. COPYRIGHT NOVELS. [Illustration: "I could hear her stifled sobs as she lay on the floor."--_p. 318._] BEYOND THESE VOICES By M. E. BRADDON London HUTCHINSON & CO. Paternoster Row "BEYOND THESE VOICES" CHAPTER I Lady Felicia Disbrowe was supposed to condescend when she married Captain Cunningham of the first Life--since, although his people lived on their own land, and were handsomely recorded in Burke, there was no record of them before the Conquest, nor even on the muster-roll of those who fought and died for the Angevin Kings. Captain Cunningham was handsome and fashionable, but not rich; and when he had the bad luck to get himself killed in an Egyptian campaign, he left his widow with an only daughter seven years old, her pension, and a settlement that brought her about six hundred a year, half of which came from the Disbrowes, while the other half was the rental of three or four small farms in Somersetshire. It will be seen therefore that for a person who considered herself essentially _grande dame_, and to whom all degrading economies must be impossible, Lady Felicia's position was not enviable. As the seven-year-old orphan grew in grace and beauty to sweet seventeen, Lady Felicia began to consider her daughter her chief asset. So lovely a creature must command the admiration of the richest bachelors in the marriage-market. She would have her choice of opulent lovers. There would be no cruel necessity for forcing a marriage with vulgar wealth or drivelling age. She would have her adorers among the best, the fortunate, the well-bred, the young and handsome. Nor was Lady Felicia mistaken in her forecast. When Cara came out under the auspices of her aunt, Lady Okehampton, she made a success that realised her mother's fondest dreams. Youth, rank, and wealth were at her feet. There was no question of riches raked out of the gutter. She had but to say the sweet little monosyllable "yes," and one of the best born and best-looking men in London, and town and country houses, yacht and opera box, would be hers; and her mother would cease to be "poor Lady Felicia."