CHAPTER I. COIFFEUR
CHAPTER II. THE TIDE OF FASHION
CHAPTER III. ANOTHER SIDE OF THE PICTURE
CHAPTER IV. MUSIC
CHAPTER V. GRISELDA! GRISELDA!
CHAPTER VI. GRAVE AND GAY
CHAPTER VII. THE VASE OF PARNASSUS
CHAPTER VIII. ON THE TRACK
CHAPTER IX. WATCHED!
CHAPTER X. A PROPOSAL
CHAPTER XI. A LETTER
CHAPTER XII. DISCOVERED
CHAPTER XIII. THE PLOT THICKENS
CHAPTER XIV. BRAWLS
CHAPTER XV. CHALLENGED
CHAPTER XVI. IN THE EARLY MORNING
CHAPTER XVII. THE BITTER END
CHAPTER XVIII. IN THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW
CHAPTER XIX. TEN YEARS LATER—1790.
WORKS BY MRS. MARSHALL.
TALES BY MISS WINCHESTER.
RECENTLY PUBLISHED.
It was the height of the Bath season in 1779, and there was scarcely anypart of the city which did not feel the effect of the great tide ofamusement and pleasure, which set in year by year with ever-increasingforce, and made the streets, and parades, and terraces alive withgaily-dressed fashionable ladies and their attendant beaux.
The chair-men had a fine trade, so had the mantua-makers anddressmakers, to say nothing of the hairdressers, who were skilled in theart of building up the powdered bastions, which rose on many a fairyoung head, and made the slender neck which supported them bend like alily-stalk with their weight. Such head-gear was appropriate for themaze of the stately minuet and Saraband, but would be a seriousinconvenience if worn now-a-days, when the whirl of the waltz seems togrow ever faster and faster, and the "last square" remaining in favouris often turned into a romp, which bears the name of "Polka Lancers."There was a certain grace and poetry in those old-world dances, andthey belonged to an age when there was less hurry and