CONTENTS
[ PREFACE.]
[ THE KNIGHT OF GWYNNE.]
[ CHAPTER I. ] A FIRESIDE GROUP
[ CHAPTER II. ] A TRAVELLING ACQUAINTANCE
[ CHAPTER III. ] GWYNNE ABBEY
[ CHAPTER IV. ] THE DINNER-PARTY
[ CHAPTER V. ] AN AFTER-DINNER STORY
[ CHAPTER VI. ] A MESSAGE
[ CHAPTER VII. ] A MOTHER AND DAUGHTER
[ CHAPTER VIII. ] THE “HEAD” OF A FAMILY
[ CHAPTER IX. ] "DALY'S.”
[ CHAPTER X. ] AN INTRIGUE DETECTED
[ CHAPTER XI. ] THE KNIGHT AND HIS AGENT
[ CHAPTER XII. ] A FIRST VISIT
[ CHAPTER XIII. ] A TREATY REJECTED
[ CHAPTER XIV. ] "THE MECHANISM OP CORRUPTION”
[ CHAPTER XV. ] THE KNIGHT'S NOTIONS OF FINANCE
[ CHAPTER XVI. ] A HURRIED VISIT
[ CHAPTER XVII. ] BAGENAL DALY'S JOURNEY TO DUBLIN
[ CHAPTER XVIII. ] LORD CASTLEREAGH'S DINNER-PARTY
[ CHAPTER XIX. ] A DAY OF EXCITEMENT
[ CHAPTER XX. ] THE ADJOURNED DEBATE
[ CHAPTER XXI. ] TWO OF A TRADE
[ CHAPTER XXII. ] "A WARNING” AND “A PARTING.”
[ CHAPTER XXIII. ] SOME SAD REVELATIONS
[ CHAPTER XXIV. ] A GLANCE AT “THE FULL MOON.”
[ CHAPTER XXV. ] BAGENAL DALY'S COUNSELS
[ CHAPTER XXVI. ] "THE CORVY.”
[ CHAPTER XXVII. ] THE KNIGHT'S RETURN
[ CHAPTER XXVIIII. ] THE HUNT-BREAKFAST
[ CHAPTER XXIX. ] THE HUNT
[ CHAPTER XXX. ] BAGENAL DALY'S VISITORS
[ CHAPTER XXXI. ] "A LEAVE-TAKING.”
[ CHAPTER XXXII. ] "SAD DISCLOSURES.”
[ CHAPTER XXXIII. ] TATE SULLIVAN'S FAREWELL
[ CHAPTER XXXIV. ] A GLANCE AT PUBLIC OPINION IN THE YEAR 1800
[ CHAPTER XXXV. ] BAGENAL DALY'S RETURN
[ CHAPTER XXXVI. ] THE LAW AND ITS CHANCES
[ CHAPTER XXXVII. ] A SCENE OF HOME
PREFACE.
I wrote this story in the Tyrol. The accident of my residence there was in this wise: I had travelled about the Continent for a considerable time in company with my family with my own horses. Our carriage was a large and comfortable calèche, and our team, four horses; the leaders of which, well-bred and thriving-looking, served as saddle horses when needed.
There was something very gypsy-like in this roving, uncertain existence, that had no positive bent or limit, and left every choice of place an open question, that gave me intense enjoyment. It opened to me views of Continental life, scenery, people and habits I should certainly never have attained to by other modes of travel.
Not only were our journeys necessarily short each day, but we frequently sojourned in little villages, and out-of-the-world spots, where, if pleased by the place itself, and the accommodation afforded, we would linger on for days, having at our disposal the total liberty of our time, and all our nearest belongings around us.
In the course of these rambles we had arrived at the town of Bregenz, on the Lake of Constance; where the innkeeper, to whom I was known, accosted me with all the easy freedom of his calling, and half-jestingly alluded to my mode of travelling as a most unsatisfactory and wasteful way of life, which could never turn out profitably to myself or to mine. From the window where we were standing as we talked, I could descry the tall summit of an ancient castle, or schloss, about two miles away; and rather to divert my antagonist from his argument than with any more serious purpose, I laughingly told my host, if he could secure me such a fine old chateau as that I then looked at, I should stable my nags and rest where I was. On the following day, thinking of nothing less than my late conversation, the host entered my room to assure me that he had been over to the castle, had seen the baron, and learned that he would have no objection to lease me his chateau, provided I took it for a fixed term, and with all its accessories, not only of furniture but cows and farm requisites. One of my horses, accidentally pricked in shoeing, had obliged me at the moment to delay a day or two at the inn, and for want of better to do, though without the most remote intention of becoming a tenant of the castle, I yielded so far to my host's solicitation,— to walk over and see it.
If the building itself was far from faultless it was spacious and convenient, and its position on a low hill in the middle of a lawn finer than anything I can convey; the four sides of the schloss commanding four distinct and perfectly dissimilar views. By the north it looked over a wooded plain, on which stood the Convent of Mehreran; and beyond this, the broad expanse of the Lake of Constance. The south opened a view towards the Upper Rhine, and the valley that led to the Via Mala. On the east you saw the Gebhardsberg and its chapel, and the lovely orchards that bordered Bregenz; while to the west rose the magnificent Lenten and the range of the Swiss Alps,—their summits lost in the clouds.