The manuscript of the account that follows belongs to a harness-maker in Albuquerque, Juan Tejada by name, and he is welcome to whatev...

The Minister for Fine Arts (to whose Department had been lately added the new sub-section of Electoral Engineering) paid a business vi...

Sir Lulworth Quayne was making a leisurely progress through the Zoological Society's Gardens in company with his nephew, recently ...

The Grafin's two elder sons had made deplorable marriages. It was, observed Clovis, a family habit. The youngest boy, Wratislav, w...

"Are they any old legends attached to the castle?" asked Conrad of his sister. Conrad was a prosperous Hamburg merchant, but...

The Baroness and Clovis sat in a much-frequented corner of the Park exchanging biographical confidences about the long succession of p...

On the rack in the railway carriage immediately opposite Clovis was a solidly wrought travelling bag, with a carefully written label, ...

The season of strikes seemed to have run itself to a standstill. Almost every trade and industry and calling in which a dislocation co...

The great galleon lay in semi-retirement under the sand and weed and water of the northern bay where the fortune of war and weather ha...

"Harvey," said Eleanor Bope, handing her brother a cutting from a London morning paper of the 19th of March, "just read...

"I hope you've come full of suggestions for Christmas," said Lady Blonze to her latest arrived guest; "the old-fash...

It was a chill, rain-washed afternoon of a late August day, that indefinite season when partridges are still in security or cold stora...

Sir Lulworth Quayne sat in the lounge of his favourite restaurant, the Gallus Bankiva, discussing the weaknesses of the world with his...

James Cushat-Prinkly was a young man who had always had a settled conviction that one of these days he would marry; up to the age of t...

"Heavens!" exclaimed the aunt of Clovis, "here's some one I know bearing down on us. I can't remember his name,...

Mrs. Jallatt's young people's parties were severely exclusive; it came cheaper that way, because you could ask fewer to them. ...

It was a hot afternoon, and the railway carriage was correspondingly sultry, and the next stop was at Templecombe, nearly an hour ahea...

"Tell me a story," said the Baroness, staring out despairingly at the rain; it was that light, apologetic sort of rain that ...

"It would be rather nice if you would put Clovis up for another six days while I go up north to the MacGregors'," said M...

Theophil Eshley was an artist by profession, a cattle painter by force of environment. It is not to be supposed that he lived on a ran...