A Terrible Secret: A Novel

Produced by Wendy Crockett, David Moynihan, Charles Franks
and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team.
A Novel.
September , 1874.
I.—Bride and Bridegroom Elect II.—Wife and Heir III.—How Lady Catheron came Home IV.— I'll not Believe but Desdemona's Honest V.—In the Twilight VI.—In the Moonlight VII.—In the Nursery VIII.—In the Darkness IX.—From the Chesholm Courier X.—From the Chesholm Courier —Continued XI.— Ring out your Bells! Let Mourning Shows be Spread! XII.—The first Ending of the Tragedy
I.—Miss Darrell II.—A Night in the Snow III.—Trixy's Party IV.— Under the Gaslight V.—Old Copies of the Courier VI.—One Moonlight Night VII.—Short and Sentimental VIII.—In Two Boats IX.—Alas for Trix X.—How Trix took it XI.—How Lady Helena took it XII.—On St. Partridge Day XIII.—How Charley took it XIV.—To-morrow XV.—Lady Helena's Ball XVI.— O My Cousin Shallow-hearted! XVII.— Forever and Ever XVIII.—The Summons XIX.—At Poplar Lodge XX.—How the Wedding-day Began XXI.—How the Wedding-day Ended XXII.—The Day After XXIII.—The Second Ending of the Tragedy
I.—At Madame Mirebeau's, Oxford Street II.—Edith III.—How they Met IV.—How they Parted V.—The Telling of the Secret VI.—The last Ending of the Tragedy VII.—Two Years After VIII.—Forgiven or—Forgotten? IX.—Saying Good-by X.—The Second Bridal XI.—The Night XII.—The Morning
Firelight falling on soft velvet carpet, where white lily buds trail along azure ground, on chairs of white-polished wood that glitters like ivory, with puffy of seats of blue satin; on blue and gilt panelled walls; on a wonderfully carved oaken ceiling; on sweeping draperies of blue satin and white lace; on half a dozen lovely pictures; on an open piano; and last of all, on the handsome, angry face of a girl who stands before it—Inez Catheron.
The month is August—the day the 29th—Miss Catheron has good reason to remember it to the last day of her life. But, whether the August sun blazes, or the January winds howl, the great rooms of Catheron Royals are ever chilly. So on the white-tiled hearth of the blue drawing-room this summer evening a coal fire flickers and falls, and the mistress of Catheron Royals stands before it, an angry flush burning deep red on either dusk cheek, an angry frown contracting her straight black brows.