The Fortunes of Glencore
I am unwilling to suffer this tale to leave my hands without a word of explanation to my reader. If I have never disguised from myself the grounds of any humble success I have attained to as a writer of fiction; if I have always had before me the fact that to movement and action, the stir of incident, and a certain light-heartedness and gayety of temperament, more easy to impart to others than to repress in one's self, I have owed much, if not all, of whatever popularity I have enjoyed, I have yet felt, or fancied that I felt, that it would be in the delineation of very different scenes, and the portraiture of very different emotions, that I should reap what I would reckon as a real success. This conviction, or impression if you will, has become stronger with years and with the knowledge of life; years have imparted, and time has but confirmed me in, the notion that any skill I possess lies in the detection of character, and the unravelment of that tangled skein which makes up human motives.
I am well aware that no error is more common than to mistake one's own powers; nor does anything more contribute to this error than a sense of self-depreciation for what the world has been pleased to deem successful in us. To test my conviction, or to abandon it as a delusion forever, I have written the present story of “Glencore.”
I make but little pretension to the claim of interesting; as little do I aspire to the higher credit of instructing. All I have attempted-all I have striven to accomplish-is the faithful portraiture of character, the close analysis of motives, and correct observation as to some of the manners and modes of thought which mark the age we live in.
Opportunities of society as well as natural inclination have alike disposed me to such studies. I have stood over the game of life very patiently for many a year, and though I may have grieved over the narrow fortune which has prevented me from “cutting in,” I have consoled myself by the thought of all the anxieties defeat might have cost me, all the chagrin I had suffered were I to have risen a loser. Besides this, I have learned to know and estimate what are the qualities which win success in life, and what the gifts by which men dominate above their fellows.
Charles James Lever
THE FORTUNES OF GLENCORE
With Illustrations By E. J. Wheeler and W. Cubitt Cooke
PREFACE.
THE FORTUNES OF GLENCORE
CHAPTER I. A LONELY LANDSCAPE
CHAPTER II. GLENCORE CASTLE
CHAPTER III. BILLY TRAYNOR—POET, PEDLAR, AND PHYSICIAN
CHAPTER IV. A VISITOR
CHAPTER V. COLONEL HARCOUUT'S LETTER
CHAPTER VI. QUEER COMPANIONSHIP
CHAPTER VII. A GREAT DIPLOMATIST
CHAPTER VIII. THE GREAT MAN'S ARRIVAL.
CHAPTER IX. A MEDICAL VISIT
CHAPTER X. A DISCLOSURE
CHAPTER XI. SOME LIGHTS AND SHADOWS OF DIPLOMATIC LIFE
CHAPTER XII. A NIGHT AT SEA
CHAPTER XIII. A “VOW” ACCOMPLISHED
CHAPTER XIV. BILLY TRAYNOR AND THE COLONEL
CHAPTER XV. A SICK BED
CHAPTER XVI. THE “PROJECT”
CHAPTER XVII. A TÊTE-À-TÊTE
CHAPTER XVIII. BILLY TRAYNOR AS ORATOR
CHAPTER XIX. THE CASCINE AT FLORENCE
CHAPTER XX. THE VILLA FOSSOMBRONI
CHAPTER XXI. SOME TRAITS OF LIFE
CHAPTER XXII. AN UPTONIAN DESPATCH
CHAPTER XXIII. THE TUTOR AND HIS PUPIL
CHAPTER XXIV. HOW A “RECEPTION” COMES TO ITS CLOSE
CHAPTER XXV. A DUKE AND HIS MINISTER
CHAPTER XXVI. ITALIAN TROUBLES
CHAPTER XXVII. CARRARA
CHAPTER XXVIII. A NIGHT SCENE
CHAPTER XXIX. A COUNCIL OF STATE
CHAPTER XXX. THE LIFE THEY LED AT MASSA
CHAPTER XXXI. AT MASSA
CHAPTER XXXII. THE PAVILION IN THE GARDEN
CHAPTER XXXIII. NIGHT THOUGHTS
CHAPTER XXXIV. A MINISTER'S LETTER
CHAPTER XXXV. HARCOURT'S LODGINGS
CHAPTER XXXVI. A FEVERED MIND
CHAPTER XXXVII. THE VILLA AT SORRENTO
CHAPTER XXXVIII. A DIPLOMATIST'S DINNER
CHAPTER XXXIX. A VERY BROKEN NARRATIVE
CHAPTER XL. UPTONISM
CHAPTER XLI. AN EVENING IN FLORENCE
CHAPTER XLIII. MADAME DE SABBLOUKOFF IN THE MORNING
CHAPTER XLIII. DOINGS IN DOWNING STREET
CHAPTER XLIV. THE SUBTLETIES OF STATECRAFT
CHAPTER XLV. SOME SAD REVERIES
CHAPTER XLVI. THE FLOOD IN THE MAGRA
CHAPTER XLVII. A FRAGMENT OF A LETTER
CHAPTER XLVIII. HOW A SOVEREIGN TREATS WITH HIS MINISTER
CHAPTER XLIX. SOCIAL DIPLOMACIES
CHAPTER L. ANTE-DINNER REFLECTIONS
CHAPTER LI. CONFLICTING THOUGHTS
CHAPTER LII. MAJOR SCARESBY'S VISIT
CHAPTER LIII. A MASK IN CARNIVAL TIME
CHAPTER LIV. THE END