Blood Royal: A Novel
CONTENTS
Chiddingwick High Street is one of the quaintest and most picturesque bits of old town architecture to be found in England. Narrow at either end, it broadens suddenly near the middle, by a sweeping curve outward, just opposite the W hite Horse, where the weekly cattle-market is held, and where the timbered gable-ends cluster thickest round the ancient stone cross, now reduced as usual to a mere stump or relic. In addition to its High Street, Chiddingwick also possesses a Mayor, a Corporation, a town pump, an Early English church, a Baptist chapel, and abundant opportunities for alcoholic refreshment. The White Horse itself may boast, indeed, of being one of the most famous old coaching inns still remaining in our midst, in spite of railways. And by its big courtyard door, one bright morning' in early spring, Mr. Edmund Plantagenet, ever bland and self-satisfied, stood sunning his portly person, and surveying the world of the little town as it unrolled itself in changeful panorama before him.
'Who's that driving the Hector's pony, Tom?' Mr. Plantagenet asked of the hostler in a lordly voice, as a pretty girl went past in an unpretentious trap. 'She's a stranger in Chiddingwick.' For Mr. Plantagenet, as one of the oldest inhabitants, prided himself upon knowing, by sight at least, every person in the parish, from Lady Agatha herself to the workhouse children.
Tom removed the straw he was sucking from his mouth for a moment, as he answered, with the contempt of the horsy man for the inferior gentry: 'Oh, she! she ain't nobody, sir. That lot's the new governess.'
Mr. Plantagenet regarded the lady in the carriage with the passing interest which a gentleman of his distinction might naturally bestow upon so unimportant a personage. He was a plethoric man, of pompous aspect, and he plumed himself on being a connoisseur in female beauty.
'Not a bad-looking little girl, though, Tom,' he responded condescendingly, closing one eye and scanning her as one might scan a two-year-old filly. 'She holds herself well. I like to see a woman who can sit up straight in her place when she's driving.'
Grant Allen
BLOOD ROYAL
A Novel
BLOOD ROYAL
CHAPTER I. PERADVENTURE.
CHAPTER II. THE HEAD OF THE HOUSE
CHAPTER III. DISCOUNTING IT.
CHAPTER IV. A ROYAL POURPARLER.
CHAPTER V. GOOD SOCIETY.
CHAPTER VI. THE PROOF OF THE PUDDING.
CHAPTER VII. AFFAIRS OF THE HEART.
CHAPTER VIII. AT 'OXFORD COLLEGE.'
CHAPTER IX. A SUDDEN RESOLVE.
CHAPTER X. MR. PLANTAGENET LIVES AGAIN.
CHAPTER XI. A TRAGEDY OR A COMEDY?
CHAPTER XII TRAGEDY WINS.
CHAPTER XIII. AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR.
CHAPTER XIV. BREAKING IT OFF.
CHAPTER XV. A WILLING PRISONER.
CHAPTER XVI. LOOKING ABOUT HIM.
CHAPTER XVII. IN SEARCH OF AN ANCESTOR.
CHAPTER XVIII. GOOD OUT OF EVIL.
THE END.