A Young Man's Year

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Hope Anthony. A Young Man's Year
CHAPTER I. OF THE MIDDLE TEMPLE, ESQUIRE
CHAPTER II. MISS SARRADET'S CIRCLE
CHAPTER III. IN TOUCH WITH THE LAW
CHAPTER IV. A GRATEFUL FRIEND
CHAPTER V. THE TENDER DIPLOMATIST
CHAPTER VI. A TIMELY DISCOVERY
CHAPTER VII. ALL OF A FLUTTER
CHAPTER VIII. NOTHING VENTURE, NOTHING HAVE!
CHAPTER IX. A COMPLICATION
CHAPTER X. THE HERO OF THE EVENING
CHAPTER XI. HOUSEHOLD POLITICS
CHAPTER XII. LUNCH AT THE LANCASTER
CHAPTER XIII. SETTLED
CHAPTER XIV. THE BATTLE WITH MR. TIDDES
CHAPTER XV. THE MAN FOR A CRISIS
CHAPTER XVI. A SHADOW ON THE HOUSE
CHAPTER XVII. FOR NO PARTICULAR REASON!
CHAPTER XVIII. GOING TO RAIN!
CHAPTER XIX. THE LAST ENTRENCHMENT
CHAPTER XX. A PRUDENT COUNSELLOR
CHAPTER XXI. IDOL AND DEVOTEE
CHAPTER XXII. PRESSING BUSINESS
CHAPTER XXIII. FACING THE SITUATION
CHAPTER XXIV. DID YOU SAY MRS.?
CHAPTER XXV. THE OLD DAYS END
CHAPTER XXVI. RATHER ROMANTIC!
CHAPTER XXVII. IN THE HANDS OF THE GODS
CHAPTER XXVIII. TAKING MEDICINE
CHAPTER XXIX. TEARS AND A SMILE
CHAPTER XXX. A VARIETY SHOW
CHAPTER XXXI. START AND FINISH
CHAPTER XXXII. WISDOM CONFOUNDED
CHAPTER XXXIII. A NEW VISION
CHAPTER XXXIV. THE LINES OF LIFE
CHAPTER XXXV. HILSEY AND ITS FUGITIVE
CHAPTER XXXVI. IN THE SPRING
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A hundred and fifty years ago or thereabouts a certain Jacques Sarradet had migrated from his native Lyons and opened a perfumer's shop in Cheapside. The shop was there still, and still a Sarradet kept it, and still it was much esteemed and frequented by City men, who bought presents or executed commissions for their wives and daughters there. To folk of fashion the Bond Street branch was better known, but which was the more profitable only the master knew. Together, at all events, they were very profitable, and the present Mr. Clement Sarradet was a warm man – warmer than he let the world know, or even his own family, so far as he could keep the knowledge from them. He had preserved his French frugality, and, although his house in Regent's Park was comfortably and hospitably conducted, the style in which he lived was a good deal less sumptuous than English notions would have considered his income to warrant. He had preserved too, in spite of mixed marriages in the family history, something of his French air, of the appearance of a prosperous bon bourgeois, with his short thick-set figure, his round paunch, his stiff upstanding white hair (he had married late in life and was now over sixty), his black brows and moustache, and his cheeks where blue and red seemed, after a tussle, to have blended harmoniously into a subdued purple.
Something French, though differently French, survived also in his cherished daughter Marie, writer of the note already set forth, and mistress of the house in Regent's Park since her mother's death five years ago. Here it was manner rather than looks (she was a brunette, but not markedly); she had a vivacity, a provocativeness, a coquetry, which in less favoured races often marks a frivolous or unstable character, but in the French finds no difficulty in blending with and adorning solid good sense, sturdy business-like qualities, and even sometimes a certain toughness of tissue more certainly valuable than attractive.
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"Raymond's a goose, English or not," said the father impatiently. "He's in debt again, and I have to pay! I won't leave my business to a spendthrift."
"Oh, he'll get over it. He is silly but – only twenty-two. Pops!"
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