[Illustration: Cover art] [Frontispiece: "I've got some sort of an idea," he said at length (page 122)] GLORIA BY G. FREDERIC TURNER, M.A. _WITH ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOUR_ BY C. M. RELYEA NEW YORK DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY 1910 COPYRIGHT, 1910, BY DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY _Published, March,_ 1910 CONTENTS CHAPTER I The Patient and His Doctor II The City of the Plain III A Proposition IV The Thiergarten V The King's Cup VI "Wein, Weib, und Gesang" VII Confidences in a Wine-Shop VIII The Bargain IX The King's Breakfast X A Ski-ing Expedition XI The Iron Maiden XII The Simple Policy XIII On the Warpath XIV Music and the Mob XV The Temptation of Ulrich XVI King and Canaille XVII "Captain" Trafford XVIII The First Council XIX The Chapel Royal XX Bernhardt Disturbed XXI Dreams XXII The War on the Wine-Shop XXIII The "Bob" Run XXIV Rival Influences XXV The Opening Bars XXVI The Parley XXVII Trafford and the Trench XXVIII Meyer at Work XXIX News from the Capital XXX Recruits XXXI "A Surprise" XXXII The Conquering King XXXIII The Lost Sheep Epilogue ILLUSTRATIONS "I've got some sort of an idea," he said at length (page 122) ... _Frontispiece_ "The lady wants to be seen home--and I'm going to do it if I swing for it!" "If I see so much as an inch of blade, this little hand-grenade of mine will play havoc with your handsome features" "I drink to our success to-night, I drink to the devil in the devil's own tipple" CHAPTER ONE THE PATIENT AND HIS DOCTOR Christmas Eve in New York! Broadway crowded with happy playgoers, gay promenaders, and belated shoppers! Fifth Avenue resplendent with an abundance of commercially-conceived festivity in the overstocked windows of its fashionable shops! In other and less pretentious localities, gaunt lines of assassinated turkeys exhibiting their sallow nudities in indecent profusion to a steady stream of ever-changing faces! In short, everywhere throughout the big city, the people holding high carnival--even cynicism forgetting itself in the prospect of gallinaceous food and crude sweetmeats. And Central Park West and the Circle, in particular, scintillating with electrical display and wreaths of red-ribboned holly. In the New Theatre a gala performance of Antony and Cleopatra was nearly over; the last lines of the tragedy were being spoken. Yet, notwithstanding the fact that in another moment the folds of the red velvet curtains would descend on the Egyptian scene, an occupant of one of the stalls, no longer able to control his impatience, hastily left his seat and started up the adjoining aisle.