The Mistress of Shenstone
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Barclay Florence Louisa. The Mistress of Shenstone
CHAPTER I. ON THE TERRACE AT SHENSTONE
CHAPTER II. THE FORERUNNER
CHAPTER III. WHAT PETER KNEW
CHAPTER IV. IN SAFE HANDS
CHAPTER V. LADY INGLEBY’S REST-CURE
CHAPTER VI. AT THE MOORHEAD INN
CHAPTER VII. MRS. O’MARA’S CORRESPONDENCE
CHAPTER VIII. IN HORSESHOE COVE
CHAPTER IX. JIM AIRTH TO THE RESCUE
CHAPTER X “YEO HO, WE GO!”
CHAPTER XI ’TWIXT SEA AND SKY
CHAPTER XII. UNDER THE MORNING STAR
CHAPTER XIII. THE AWAKENING
CHAPTER XIV. GOLDEN DAYS
CHAPTER XV “WHERE IS LADY INGLEBY?”
CHAPTER XVI. UNDER THE BEECHES AT SHENSTONE
CHAPTER XVII “SURELY YOU KNEW?”
CHAPTER XVIII. WHAT BILLY HAD TO TELL
CHAPTER XIX. JIM AIRTH DECIDES
CHAPTER XX. A BETTER POINT OF VIEW
CHAPTER XXI. MICHAEL VERITAS
CHAPTER XXII. LORD INGLEBY’S WIFE
CHAPTER XXIII. WHAT BILLY KNEW
CHAPTER XXIV. MRS. DALMAIN REVIEWS THE SITUATION
CHAPTER XXV. THE TEST
CHAPTER XXVI “WHAT SHALL WE WRITE?”
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“What it is to have somebody to talk to, at last! And you, of all people, dear Doctor! Though I still fail to understand how a patient, who has brought you down to these parts, can wait for your visit until to-morrow morning, thus giving a perfectly healthy person, such as myself, the inestimable privilege of your company at tea, dinner, and breakfast, with delightful tête-à-têtes in between. All the world knows your minutes are golden.”
Thus Lady Ingleby, as she poured out the doctor’s tea, and handed it to him.
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“I like that expression ‘spiritual life,’” said Lady Ingleby. “I am sure you mean by it what other people sometimes express so differently. Did you hear of the Duchess of Meldrum attending that big evangelistic meeting in the Albert Hall? I really don’t know exactly what it was. Some sort of non-sectarian mission, I gather, with a preacher over from America; and the meetings went on for a fortnight. It would never have occurred to me to go to them. But the dear old duchess always likes to be ‘in the know’ and to sample everything. Besides, she holds a proprietary stall. So she sailed into the Albert Hall one afternoon, in excellent time, and remained throughout the entire proceedings. She enjoyed the singing; thought the vast listening crowd, marvellous; was moved to tears by the eloquence of the preacher, and was leaving the hall more touched than she had been for years, and fully intending to return, bringing others with her, when a smug person, hovering about the entrance, accosted her with: ‘Excuse me madam; are you a Christian?’ The duchess raised her lorgnette in blank amazement, and looked him tip and down. Very likely the tears still glistened upon her proud old face. Anyway this impossible person appears to have considered her a promising case. Emboldened by her silence, he laid his hand upon her arm, and repeated his question: ‘Madam, are you a Christian?’ Then the duchess awoke to the situation with a vengeance. ‘My good man,’ she said, clearly and deliberately, so that all in the lobby could hear; ‘I should have thought it would have been perfectly patent to your finely trained perceptions, that I am an engaging mixture of Jew, Turk, Infidel, and Heathen Chinee! Now, if you will kindly stand aside, I will pass to my carriage.’ – And the duchess sampled no more evangelistic meetings!”
The doctor sighed. “Tactless,” he said. “Ah, the pity of it, when ‘fools rush in where angels fear to tread!’”
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