VI. MR. GIBBONS' OPINION ON THE STATE OF AFFAIRS 107
VII. STRAWS 123
VIII. MR. SWANLAND STIRS HIS TEA 147
IX. IN THE 'TIMES' 169
X. MR. SWANLAND WISHES TO BE INFORMED 186
XI. MRS. MORTOMLEY'S FORTUNE 208
XII. LEAVING HOMEWOOD 223
XIII. DOLLY WRITES A LETTER 251
XIV. THE BEGINNING OF A NEW LIFE 277
XV. MR. FORDE MAKES A MISTAKE 292
I. THE MEETING OF CREDITORS 1
II. ONE FRIEND MOST FAITHFUL 29
III. WHAT MR. LANG THOUGHT 58
IV. MORTOMLEY'S BLUE 86
V. MR. SWANLAND'S CRUMPLED ROSE-LEAF 107
VI. SAUVE QUI PEUT 126
VII. MORTOMLEY UNDERSTANDS AT LAST 142
VIII. MR. WERNER ASKS A FAVOUR 165
IX. THE NEW YELLOW 187
X. A BROKEN REED 203
XI. TWO UNWELCOME VISITORS 231
XII. MRS. MORTOMLEY BREAKS THE NEWS 256
XIII. SAD CONFIDENCES 270
XIV. WHAT RUPERT HAD DONE 285
XV. MR. ASHERILL IS PERSUADED 298
XVI. CONCLUSION 324
He opened his project cautiously to Mrs. Mortomley. The prospect of
returning to the beloved home might, he thought, prove too much for her
if the idea were broached without due preparation, so he tried, sitting
in the summer-house to lead up to it, but found his auditor
"She had loved Homewood dearly."
"Did she not love it now?"
"Yes, as one loves the dead."
"Should not she like to live there once more?"
"No; she could never forget, never while life lasted, what she had
And then she told her tale--told it looking with dry eyes over the
desolate wilderness which had once been so fair a home--told it all,
simply and without colouring, as a Frenchman might--supposing a
Frenchman capable of telling an unvarnished narrative--relate how the
Uhlans entered his modest habitation, and, not without insult, stripped
"But do not you think your husband would like to come back here?" he
inquired after a long pause.
"Back here?" she repeated, "I think I understand now your intention; but
do not try to carry it out; Archie would never be happy here without
"Is your objection to Homewood, then, so rooted?" he inquired, with a
For answer she only turned away her head, and he repeated his question.
Then she said, "I should not like my poor husband to arrange his future
with any reference to me."
She had been so bright, so cheerful, so eager about Mortomley's
prosperity, so reticent concerning her own ailments, that Mr. Douglas
had learned to think he must have erred in imagining that when first he
looked in her face he looked in the face of a woman for whom the fiat
had gone forth...