Copyright, 1901, by Charles Scribner’s Sons
All rights reserved


A WORD

It is the vogue to dramatize successful novels. The author of the present Nell Gwyn story has pursued the contrary course. His “merry” play of the same name was written and produced before he undertook to compose this tale, suggested by the same historic sources.

A word of tribute is gratefully given to the comédienne, Miss Crosman, whose courage and exquisite art introduced the “Mistress Nell” of the play to the public.


CONTENTS

CHAPTER I[1]

“And once Nell Gwyn, a frail young sprite,
Looked kindly when I met her;
I shook my head perhaps–but quite
Forgot to quite forget her.”

CHAPTER II[10]

It’s near your cue, Mistress Nell!

CHAPTER III[41]

He took them from Castlemaine’s hand to throw to you.

CHAPTER IV[62]

Flowers and Music feed naught but Love.

CHAPTER V[87]

It was never treason to steal a King’s kisses.

CHAPTER VI[101]

Softly on tiptoe;
Here Nell doth lie.

CHAPTER VII[111]

Come down!
Come up!

CHAPTER VIII[126]

“And the man that is drunk is as great as a king.”

CHAPTER IX[142]

Three chickens!

CHAPTER X[168]

Arrest him yourself!

CHAPTER XI[182]

In the field, men; at court, women!

CHAPTER XII[195]

Beau Adair is my name.

CHAPTER XIII[232]

For the glory of England?

CHAPTER XIV[240]

He loves me! He loves me!

CHAPTER XV[259]

I come, my love; I come.

CHAPTER XVI[276]

Ods-pitikins, my own reflection!

CHAPTER XVII[290]

The day will be so happy; for I’ve seen you at the dawn.