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CONTENTS OF VOL. I.
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I. | Narraporwidgee | [1] |
| II. | An Unexpected Pleasure | [18] |
| III. | Pears and Greengages | [46] |
| IV. | Arcadia | [74] |
| V. | Despair | [93] |
| VI. | Tom Smith’s Family Diamonds | [110] |
| VII. | On the Mail Steamer | [141] |
| VIII. | Some English Relations | [166] |
| IX. | Eleanor Armytage | [192] |
| X. | My Introduction to Mrs. Grundy | [218] |
| XI. | Lord Westbrook | [248] |
IN TWO YEARS’ TIME.
CHAPTER I.
NARRAPORWIDGEE.
“Seven o’clock!” exclaimed father, throwing his hat (with a very dirty puggaree on it) upon the drawing-room sofa. “Isn’t that confounded boy back yet?” Mother looked up from a low chair with her gentle face of reproof. She had a great objection to strong language, and, to do him justice, father seldom used it; but he was hot and tired, poor man, after drafting sheep all day in a north wind, and, moreover, the boy in question had gone to post for the English letters, and was half an hour beyond his usual time for returning.
“He started late,” said mother. “Pat Malony wanted him to help to put out a fire in the lake paddock. Go and change your dress, my dear, and we’ll have dinner. I think the wind is turning; it is not quite so hot as it was.”
Father obediently took himself off, puffing and blowing and wiping his forehead vigorously, his dirty puggaree flapping against his dirty grass-cloth coat (I don’t think he would have presented himself to us in that costume if it had not been mail day). Mother folded up her work and laid it neatly in her basket. I rushed out upon the verandah to consult the stable weathercock, and, finding that it indicated a blessed south sea-breeze coming round, flourished up all the blinds and flung open all the windows, which had been tight shut since early morning from the oven heat outside.