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urn XXIV. Yes; Wrong--Certainly Wrong XXV. The Day of the Funeral XXVI. Too Many, And Too Few XXVII. Cumberly Lane Without The Mud XXVIII. The Russian Spy XXIX. What Would Men Say To You? XXX. The Man Who Dusted His Boots With His Handkerchief XXXI. Freshwater Gate XXXII. What Cecilia Burton Did For Her Sister-In-Law XXXIII. How Damon Parted From Pythias XXXIV. Vain Repentance XXXV. Doodles In Mount Street XXXVI. Harry Clavering's Confession XXXVII. Florence Burton's Return XXXVIII. Florence Burton Makes Up A Packet XXXIX. Showing Why Harry Clavering Was Wanted At The Rectory XL. Mr. Saul's Abode XLI. Going To Norway XLII. Parting XLIII. Captain Clavering Makes His Last Attempt XLIV. What Lady Ongar Thought About It XLV. How To Dispose Of A Wife XLVI. Showing How Mrs. Burton Fought Her Battle XLVII. The Sheep Returns To The Fold XLVIII. Lady Ongar's Revenge XLIX. Showing What Happened Off Heligoland L. Madam Gordeloup Retires From British Diplomacy LI. Showing How Things Settled Themselves At The Rectory LII. Conclusion
Chapter I
Julia Brabazon
The gardens of Clavering Park were removed some three hundred yards from the large, square, sombre-looking stone mansion which was the country-house of Sir Hugh Clavering, the eleventh baronet of that name; and in these gardens, which had but little of beauty to recommend them, I will introduce my readers to two of the personages with whom I wish to make them acquainted in the following story. It was now the end of August, and the parterres, beds, and bits of lawn were dry, disfigured, and almost ugly, from the effects of a long drought. In gardens to which care and labor are given abundantly, flower-beds will be pretty, and grass will be green, let the weather be what it may; but care and labor were but scantily bestowed on the Clavering Gardens, and everything was yellow, adust, harsh, and dry. Over the burnt turf toward a gate that led to the house, a lady was walking, and by her side there walked a gen