A NOVEL.
BY THE
AUTHOR OF "TRUCKLEBOROUGH-HALL."
Why, Sir, 'tis neither satire nor moral, but the mere passageof an history; yet there are a sort of discontented creatures,that bear a stingless envy to great ones, and these will wrestthe doings of any man to their base malicious appliment.
Marston.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. II.
LONDON:
HENRY COLBURN, NEW BURLINGTON STREET.
1829.
| Page | |
| CHAPTER I | 1 |
| CHAPTER II. | 17 |
| CHAPTER III. | 36 |
| CHAPTER IV. | 51 |
| CHAPTER V. | 67 |
| CHAPTER VI. | 84 |
| CHAPTER VII. | 99 |
| CHAPTER VIII. | 116 |
| CHAPTER IX. | 133 |
| CHAPTER X. | 153 |
| CHAPTER XI. | 170 |
| CHAPTER XII. | 190 |
| CHAPTER XIII. | 205 |
| CHAPTER XIV. | 221 |
| CHAPTER XV. | 239 |
| CHAPTER XVI. | 258 |
| CHAPTER XVII. | 273 |
| CHAPTER XVIII. | 292 |
| CHAPTER XIX. | 310 |
"Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this!"
Shakspeare.
The season commenced in London much as usual. New faces were prepared,and old ones repaired, for exhibition. All the world was weary ofthe country; the ocean was monoton