BELGRAVIA A London Magazine. VOL. LXXII. MAY to AUGUST and HOLIDAY NUMBER, 1890. London: F. V. WHITE & CO., 31, SOUTHAMPTON STREET, STRAND, W.C. 1890. PRINTED BY KELLY AND CC., GATE STREET, LINCOLN'S INN FIELDS, W.C. AND MIDDLE MILL, KINGSTON-ON-THAMES 358 363 (Holiday Number.) Secret. By IZA DUFFUS 336 HARDY. Eastward Ho! By E. HESS-KAYE Fruit out of Season. By E. FAIRFAX BYRRNE Good-Bye. By FLORENCE MARRYAT. (Holiday Number.) 26 53, 179, 279 Men and Women at Monte Carlo. By CHARLES EDWARDES 286, 386 The Mystery of King's Bench Waltz. By BRITIFFE SKOTTOWE. The Portrait of a Child. By E. M. DE FONBLANQUE. The Warneford Abbey Ghost. By MRS. ROBERT JOCELYN. 87 (Holiday Number.) BELGRAVIA. MAY, 1890. April's Lady, By the Author of "MOLLY BAWN, "PHYLLIS,' etc. CHAPTER XIV. "The old, old pain of earth." IT is now close upon midnight-that midnight of the warmer months when day sets its light finger on the fringes of it. There is a sighing through the woods, a murmur from the everlasting sea, and though Diana still rides high in Heaven with her handmaiden Venus by her side, yet in a little while her glory will be departed, and her one rival, the sun will push her from her throne. The gleaming lamps amongst the trees are scarcely so, bright as they were an hour ago, the faint sighing of the wind that heralds the morning is shaking them to and fro. A silly bird has waked, and is chirping in a foolish fashion amongst the rhododendrons, where, in a secluded path, Joyce and Dicky Browne are wandering somewhat aimlessly. Before them lies a turn in the path that leads presumably into the dark wood, darkest of all at this hour, and where presumably, too, no one has ventured—though one should never presume about hidden corners. "I can't think what you see in him," says Mr. Browne, after a long pause. "I'd say nothing if his face wasn't so fat, but if I were you, that would condemn him for ever in my eyes." |
