CONTENTS
CHAPTER I. FIFINE ANDPOLLY
CHAPTER II. ATHOME AGAIN
CHAPTER III. ASMALL DINNER-PARTY
CHAPTER IV. AMOVE IN ADVANCE
CHAPTER V. ACABINET COUNCIL
CHAPTER VI. ANEXPRESS
CHAPTER VII. CROSS-EXAMININGS
CHAPTER VIII. GENERALCONYERS
CHAPTER IX. MAJORM'CORMICK'S LETTER
CHAPTER X. INTERCHANGEDCONFESSIONS
CHAPTER XI. STAPYLTON'SVISIT AT “THE HOME”
CHAPTER XII. A DOCTOR AND HIS PATIENT
CHAPTER XIII. CROSS-PURPOSES
CHAPTER XIV. STORMS
CHAPTER XV. THE OLD LEAVEN
CHAPTER XVI. A HAPPYMEETING
CHAPTER XVII. MEETCOMPANIONSHIP
CHAPTER XVIII. AUNTDOROTHEA
CHAPTER XIX. FROMGENERAL CONYERS TO HIS SON
CHAPTERXX. THE END
There are a few days in our autumnal season—very few and rare!—whenwe draw the curtain against the glare of the sun at breakfast, and yet inthe evening are glad to gather around the cheerful glow of the fire. Theseare days of varied skies, with fleecy clouds lying low beneath a broadexpanse of blue, with massive shadows on the mountains, and here and thereover the landscape tips of sunlight that make the meanest objectspictures; and, with all these, a breezy wind that scatters the yellowleaves and shakes the tree-tops, while it curls the current of the brightriver into mimic waves. The sportsman will tell you that on such days thebirds are somewhat wild, and the angler will vow that no fish will rise tothe fly, nor is it a scent-lying day for the harriers; and yet, with allthis, there is a spring and elasticity in the air that impart themselvesto the temperament, so that the active grow energetic, and even theindolent feel no touch of lassitude.<