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The Princess Passes By: Alice Muriel Williamson (1869-1933) |
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A Romance of a Motor Car by C. N. and A. M. WILLIAMSON Authors of The Lightning Conductor Illustrated New York
Henry Holt and Company 1905 [Illustration: "FOOD FOR THE GODS, AND ONLY A BOY TO EAT IT."]
TO THE DEAR PRINCESS WHO, EACH YEAR, MAKES THE RIVIERA SUNNIER FOR HER PRESENCE
CONTENTS CHAPTER I. WOMAN DISPOSES II. MERCÉDÈS TO THE RESCUE III. MY LESSON IV. POTS, KETTLES, AND OTHER THINGS V. IN SEARCH OF A MULE VI. THE WINGS OF THE WIND VII. AT LAST! VIII. THE MAKING OF A MYSTERY IX. THE BRAT X. THE SCRAPING OF ACQUAINTANCE XI. A SHADOW OF NIGHT XII. THE PRINCESS XIII. AFTERNOON CALLS XIV. THE PATH OF THE MOON XV. ENTER THE CONTESSA XVI. A MAN FROM THE DARK XVII. THE LITTLE GAME OF FLIRTATION XVIII. RANK TYRANNY XIX. THE LITTLE RIFT WITHIN THE LUTE XX. THE GREAT PAOLO XXI. THE CHALLENGE XXII. AN AMERICAN CUSTOM XXIII. THERE IS NO SUCH GIRL XXIV. THE REVENGE OF THE MOUNTAIN XXV. THE AMERICANS XXVI. THE VANISHING OF THE PRINCE XXVII. THE STRANGE MUSHROOM XXVIII. THE WORLD WITHOUT THE BOY XXIX. THE FAIRY PRINCE'S RING XXX. THE DAY OF SUSPENSE XXXI. THE BOY'S SISTER
ILLUSTRATIONS "FOOD FOR THE GODS, AND ONLY A BOY TO EAT IT" (Frontispiece) "WE REALLY WANT YOU, SAID MOLLY" "SOMETIMES JACK DROVE, WITH MOLLY BESIDE HIM" "THE BLUE FLAME OF THE CHAFING DISH" "I WAS SUDDENLY CLAPPED UPON THE SHOULDER" "TREADING THE ROAD BUILT BY NAPOLÉON" "THERE WAS A PANG WHEN I TURNED MY BACK" "THAT IS THE DÉJEUNER OF NAPOLÉON" "DOWN, TURK!" "BE QUIET, JUPITER!" "ON THE GROUND CROUCHED THE BOY" "'DO YOU KNOW,' SAID I, 'YOU ARE A VERY QUEER BOY'" "LOOKING OUT OF THE WINDOW I SAW HIM IN CONVERSATION" "SITTING WITH MY BACK TO THE HORSES" "HERE WE WERE AT ANNECY" "VOILÀ MONSIEUR!" "THE ROCK OF MONACO"
CHAPTER I Woman Disposes "Away, away, from men and towns,
To the wild wood and the downs,
To the silent wilderness."
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.
"To your happiness," I said, lifting my glass, and looking the girl in
the eyes. She had the grace to blush, which was the least that she
could do, for a moment ago she had jilted me. The way of it was this. I had met her and her mother the winter before at Davos, where I had
been sent after South Africa, and a spell of playing fast and loose
with my health a possession usually treated as we treat the poor,
whom we expect to have always with us. Helen Blantock had been the
success of her season in London, had paid for her triumphs with a
breakdown, and we had stopped at the same hotel. The girl's reputation as a beauty had marched before her, blowing
trumpets. She was the prettiest girl in Davos, as she had been the
prettiest in London; and I shared with other normal, self respecting
men the amiable weakness of wishing to monopolise the woman most
wanted by others. During the process I fell in love, and Helen was
kind. Lady Blantock, a matron of comfortable rotundity of figure and a
placid way of folding plump, white hands, had, however, a
contradictorily cold and watchful eye, which I had feared at first;
but it had softened for me, and I accepted the omen. In the spring,
when my London tyrant had pronounced me "sound as a bell," I had
proposed to Helen. The girl said neither yes nor no, but she had eyes
and a smile which needed no translation, so I kissed her (it was in a
conservatory at a dance) and was happy for a fortnight. Then came this bidding to dinner. Lady Blantock wrote the invitation,
of course, but it was natural to suppose that she did it to please her
daughter. It happened to be my birthday, and I fancied that Helen had
kept the date in mind. Besides, the selection of the guests had
apparently been made with an eye to my pleasure. There was Jack Winston, who had lately married an American heiress,
not because she was an heiress, but because she was adorable; there
was the heiress herself, née Molly Randolph, whom I had known
through Winston's letters before I saw her lovely, laughing face;
there was Sir Horace Jerveyson, the richest grocer in the world, whom
I suspected Lady Blantock of actually regarding as a human being, and
a suitable successor to the late Sir James... Continue reading book >>
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