ILLUSTRATIONS BY CHARLES E. BROCK
"'My dear fellow! No woman ought to marry under nineteen or twenty'"
The Rectory
"Meynell, as he hesitatingly advanced, became the spectator of a scene not intended for his eyes"
"He shook hands with the Dean"
"'I wonder whether she's ever had any real joy—a week's—a day's—happiness—in her life?'"
"The old shepherd looked after her doubtfully"
BOOK I
MEYNELL
"Truth fails not; but her outward forms that bear
The longest date do melt like frosty rime,
That in the morning whitened hill and plain
And is no more; drop like the tower sublime
Of yesterday, which royally did wear
His crown of weeds, but could not even sustain
Some casual shout that broke the silent air,
Or the unimaginable touch of Time."