Courtship -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Widows -- Fiction
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LEONORE STUBBS
BY L. B. WALFORD
AUTHOR OF "MR. SMITH," "THE BABY'S GRANDMOTHER," ETC.
LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.
91 & 93 FIFTH AVENUE,
NEW YORK LONDON, BOMBAY, AND CALCUTTA
1908
CONTENTS
I. "SHE HAS NO SETTLEMENT, DAMN IT"
II. ON THE STATION PLATFORM
III. SPECULATIONS
IV. A DULL BREAKFAST-TABLE
V. OLD PLAYMATES MEET
VI. A REVELATION
VII. "I HAVE LOST SOMETHING THAT I NEVER HAD"
VIII. A CAT AND MOUSE GAME
IX. "I'D LIKE TO HAVE THINGS ON A SOUNDER BASIS"
X. THE THIRD CASE
XI. DR. CRAIG'S WISDOM
XII. THE PHOTOGRAPH AND THE ORIGINAL
XIII. "I AM TO GIVE YOU A WIDE BERTH, ALWAYS"
XIV. PAUL GOES--AND RETURNS
XV. "YOU'VE BROKEN MY HEART, I THINK"
XVI. TEMPTATION
XVII. A KNIGHT TO THE RESCUE
XVIII. "A TURN OF THE WHEEL"
XIX. EPILOGUE
CHAPTER I.
"SHE HAS NO SETTLEMENT, DAMN IT."
"She can't come."
"But, father----"
"She shan't come, then--if you like that better."
"But, father----"
"Aye, of course, it's 'But father'--I might have known it would be that.
However, you may 'But father' me to the end of my time, you don't move
me. I tell you, Sukey, you're a fool. You know no more than an unhatched
chicken--and if you think I'm going to give in to their imposition--for
it's nothing else--you are mistaken."
"I was only going to say----"
"Say what you will, say what you will; my mind's made up; and the sooner
you understand that, and Leonore understands that, the better. You can
write and tell her so."
"What am I to tell her?"
"What I say. That she has made her own bed and must lie upon it."
"But you gave your consent to her marriage, and never till now----"
"I tell you, girl, you're a fool. Consent? Of course I gave my consent.
I was cheated--swindled. I married my daughter to a rich man, and he
dies and leaves her a pauper! Never knew such a trick in my life. And
you to stand up for it!"
General Boldero and his eldest daughter were alone, as may have been
gathered, and the latter held in her hand, a black-edged letter at which
she glanced from time to time, it being obviously the apple of discord
between them.
It had come by the afternoon post; and the general, having met the
postman in the avenue, and himself relieved him of the old-fashioned
leathern postbag with which he was hastening on, and having further,
according to established precedent, unlocked the same and distributed
the contents, there had been no chance of putting off the present evil
hour.
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