CONTENTS TO VOL. III.

CHAP. PAGE
I.[ "WITH SUCH REMORSELESS SPEED STILL COME NEW WOES" ]1
II.[ "YOURS ON MONDAY, GOD'S TO-DAY" ]26
III.[ DUEL OR MURDER? ]43
IV.[ "DUST TO DUST" ]57
V.[ "PAIN FOR THY GIRDLE, AND SORROW UPON THY HEAD" ]81
VI.[ "I WILL HAVE NO MERCY ON HIM" ]91
VII.[ "GAI DONC, LA VOYAGEUSE, AU COUP DU PÈLERIN!" ]129
VIII.[ "TIME TURNS THE OLD DAYS TO DERISION" ]143
IX.[ "THOU SHOULDST COME LIKE A FURY CROWNED WITH SNAKES" ]172
X.[ "HIS LADY SMILES; DELIGHT IS IN HER FACE" ]189
XI.[ "LOVE BORE SUCH BITTER AND DEADLY FRUIT" ]223
XII.[ "SHE STOOD UP IN BITTER CASE, WITH A PALE YET STEADY FACE" ]257
XIII.[ WE HAVE DONE WITH TEARS AND TREASONS ]301

MOUNT ROYAL.

CHAPTER I.

"WITH SUCH REMORSELESS SPEED STILL COME NEW WOES."

The next morning was damp, and grey, and mild, no autumn wind stirring the long sweeping branches of the cedars on the lawn, the dead leaves falling silently, the world all sad and solemn, clad in universal greyness. Christabel was up early, with her boy, in the nursery—watching him as he splashed about his bath, and emerged rosy and joyous, like an infant river-god sporting among the rushes; early at family prayers in the dining room, a ceremony at which Mr. Tregonell rarely assisted, and to which Dopsy and Mopsy came flushed and breathless with hurry, anxious to pay all due respect to a hostess whom they hoped to visit again, but inwardly revolting against the unreasonableness of eight-o'clock prayers.

Angus, who was generally about the gardens before eight, did not appear at all this morning. The other men were habitually late—breakfasting together in a free-and-easy manner when the ladies had left the dining-room—so Christabel, Miss Bridgeman, and the Miss Vandeleurs sat down to breakfast alone, Dopsy giving little furtive glances at the door every now and then, expectant of Mr. Hamleigh's entrance.