I. "MRS. JERSEY RECEIVES" II. BRENDON'S STORY III. THE NEXT MORNING IV. A NINE-DAYS' WONDER V. A LOVERS' MEETING VI. WHAT MR. IRELAND KNEW VII. THE RED MAN VIII. A BACCHANTE IX. CLEVER MRS. WARD X. DIPLOMACY XI. MR. BAWDSEY AT HOME XII. A FIRESIDE TYRANT XIII. A WOMAN SCORNED XIV. MRS. WARD'S TRUMP CARD XV. A RECOGNITION XVI. THE PIPE OF PEACE XVII. LORD DERRINGTON EXPLAINS XVIII. MISS BULL'S STORY XIX. THE INQUIRY AGENT XX. THE TROUBLE OF LOLA XXI. THE CONFESSION OF A JEALOUS WOMAN XXII. WHO BAWDSEY WAS XXIII. THE TURNING OF THE LANE XXIV. A STARTLING SURPRISE XXV. THE TRUTH THE YELLOW HOLLY CHAPTER I "MRS. JERSEY RECEIVES" She did not put the sacramental phrase on her cards, as no invitations were sent out. These were delivered verbally by boarders desirous of seeing their friends present on Friday evening. Mrs. Jersey dignified her gatherings with the name of "At Homes," but in truth the term was too majestic for the very mild entertainment she provided weekly. It was really a scratch party of nobodies, and they assembled as usual in the drawing-room on this especial evening, to play and not to work. Mrs. Taine laid aside her eternal knitting; Miss Bull dispensed with her game of "Patience;" Mr. Granger sang his one song of the early Victorian Epoch--sometimes twice when singers were scarce; and Mr. Harmer wore his antiquated dress-suit. On these festive occasions it was tacitly understood that all were to be more or less "dressy," as Mrs. Jersey put it, and her appearance in "the diamonds" signalized the need of unusual adornment. These jewels were the smallest and most inferior of stones; but diamonds they undeniably were, and the boarders alluded to them as they would have done to the Kohinoor. In her black silk gown, her lace cap, and "the diamonds" Mrs. Jersey looked--so they assured her--quite the lady. Was she a lady? No one ever asked that leading question, as it would have provoked an untruth or a most unpleasant reply. She admitted in expansive moments to having seen "better days," but what her actual past had been--and from her looks she had one--none ever discovered. The usual story, produced by an extra glass of negus, varied so greatly in the telling that the most innocent boarder doubted. But Mrs. Jersey was always treated with respect, and the boarders called her "Madame" in quite a French way. Why they should do so, no one ever knew, and Mrs. Jersey herself could not have explained. But the term had become traditional, and in that conservative mansion tradition was all-powerful.