CONTENTS
CHAPTER II. THE SCHOOL IN THE AVENUE MONTAIGNE.
CHAPTER VI. AMAURY D’ARGENTON.
CHAPTER VIII. JACK’S DEPARTURE.
CHAPTER IX. PARVA DOMUS, MAGNA QUIES.
CHAPTER X. THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF BÉLISAIRE.
CHAPTER XII. LIFE IS NOT A ROMANCE.
CHAPTER XIV. A MIDNIGHT INTERVIEW.
CHAPTER XV. CHARLOTTE’S JOURNEY.
CHAPTER XVII. IN THE ENGINE-ROOM.
CHAPTER XVIII. D’ARGENTON’S MAGAZINE.
CHAPTER XIX. THE CONVALESCENT.
CHAPTER XX. THE WEDDING-PARTY.
CHAPTER XXI. EFFECTS OF POETRY.
CHAPTER XXII. CÉCILE UNHAPPY RESOLVE.
CHAPTER XXIII. A MELANCHOLY SPECTACLE.
CHAPTER XXIV. DEATH IN THE HOSPITAL.
“With a k, sir; with a k. The name is written andpronounced as in English. The child’s godfather was English. Amajor-general in the Indian army. Lord Pembroke. You know him, perhaps? A manof distinction and of the highest connections. But—youunderstand—M. l’Abbé! How deliciously he danced! He died afrightful death at Singapore some years since, in a tiger-chase organized inhis honor by a rajah, one of his friends. These rajahs, it seems, are absolutemonarchs in their own country,—and one especially is very celebrated.What is his name? Wait a moment. Ah! I have it. Rana-Ramah.”
“Pardon me, madame,” interrupted the abbé, smiling, in spite ofhimself, at the rapid flow of words, and at the swift change of ideas.“After Jack, what name?”
With his elbow on his desk, and his head slightly bent, the priest examinedfrom out the corners of eyes bright with ecclesiastical shrewdness, the youngwoman who sat before him, with her Jack standing at her side.
The lady was faultlessly dressed in the fashion of the day and the hour. It wasDecember, 1858. The richness of her furs, the lustrous folds of her blackcostume, and the discreet originality of her hat, all told the story of a womanwho owns her carriage, and who steps from her carpets to her coupé without thevulgar contact of the streets. Her h