Vixen, Volume I.   By: M. E. (Mary Elizabeth) Braddon (1835-1915)

TAUCHNITZ EDITION.

VOL. 1809.

VIXEN BY M. E. BRADDON IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. I.

TAUCHNITZ EDITION.

VIXEN

A NOVEL

BY

M. E. BRADDON,

AUTHOR OF "LADY AUDLEY'S SECRET," ETC. ETC.

COPYRIGHT EDITION .

IN THREE VOLUMES.

VOL. I.

By the same Author,

LADY AUDLEY'S SECRET 2 vols. AURORA FLOYD 2 vols. ELEANOR'S VICTORY 2 vols. JOHN MARCHMONT'S LEGACY 2 vols. HENRY DUNBAR 2 vols. THE DOCTOR'S WIFE 2 vols. ONLY A CLOD 2 vols. SIR JASPER'S TENANT 2 vols. THE LADY'S MILE 2 vols. RUPERT GODWIN 2 vols. DEAD SEA FRUIT 2 vols. RUN TO EARTH 2 vols. FENTON'S QUEST 2 vols. THE LOVELS OF ARDEN 2 vols. STRANGERS AND PILGRIMS 2 vols. LUCIUS DAVOREN 3 vols. TAKEN AT THE FLOOD 3 vols. LOST FOR LOVE 2 vols. A STRANGE WORLD 2 vols. HOSTAGES TO FORTUNE 2 vols. DEAD MEN'S SHOES 2 vols. JOSHUA HAGGARD'S DAUGHTER 2 vols. WEAVERS AND WEFT 1 vol. IN GREAT WATERS & OTHER TALES 1 vol. AN OPEN VERDICT 3 vols.

LEIPZIG

BERNHARD TAUCHNITZ

1879.

The Right of Translation is reserved .

CONTENTS OF VOLUME I.

CHAPTER I. A Pretty Horsebreaker

CHAPTER II. Lady Jane Vawdrey

CHAPTER III. "I Want a Little Serious Talk with You"

CHAPTER IV. Rorie comes of Age

CHAPTER V. Rorie makes a Speech

CHAPTER VI. How She took the News

CHAPTER VII. Rorie has Plans of his own

CHAPTER VIII. Glas ist der Erde Stolz und Glück

CHAPTER IX. A House of Mourning

CHAPTER X. Captain Winstanley

CHAPTER XI. "It shall be Measure for Measure"

CHAPTER XII. "I have no Wrong, where I can claim no Right"

CHAPTER XIII. "He belongs to the Tame Cat Species"

CHAPTER XIV. "He was worthy to be loved a Lifetime"

CHAPTER XV. Lady Southminster's Ball

CHAPTER XVI. Rorie asks a Question

CHAPTER XVII. Where the Red King was slain

VIXEN.

CHAPTER I.

A Pretty Horsebreaker.

The moon had newly risen, a late October moon, a pale almost imperceptible crescent, above the dark pine spires in the thicket through which Roderick Vawdrey came, gun in hand, after a long day's rabbit shooting. It was not his nearest way home, but he liked the broad clearing in the pine wood, which had a ghostly look at dusk, and was so still and lonely that the dart of a squirrel through the fallen leaves was a startling event. Here and there a sturdy young oak that had been newly stripped of its bark lay among the fern, like the naked corpse of a giant. Here and there a tree had been cut down and slung across the track, ready for barking. The ground was soft and spongy, slippery with damp dead leaves, and inclined in a general way to bogginess; but it was ground that Roderick Vawdrey had known all his life, and it seemed more natural to him than any other spot upon mother earth.

On the edge of this thicket there was a broad ditch, with more mud and dead fern in it than water, a ditch strongly suspected of snakes, and beyond the ditch the fence that enclosed Squire Tempest's domain an old manor house in the heart of the New Forest. It had been an abbey before the Reformation, and was still best known as the Abbey House.

"I wonder whether I'm too late to catch her," speculated Roderick, shifting his bag from one shoulder to the other; "she's no end of fun."

In front of the clearing there was a broad five barred gate, and beside the gate a keeper's cottage. The flame of a newly lighted candle flashed out suddenly upon the autumn dusk, while Roderick stood looking at the gate.

"I'll ask at the lodge," he said; "I should like to say good bye to the little thing before I go back to Oxford."

He walked quickly on to the gate. The keeper's children were playing at nothing particular just inside it.

"Has Miss Tempest gone for her ride this afternoon?" he asked.