The Sunday tatler and Jersey City express. (Jersey City, N.J.) 1883-1886, 1885-02-01
A THREE VOLUME NOVEL.
VOLUME I.

thu night. There is an air of luxury in her
surroundings; the appointments are those
of luxurious boudoir. Against it all she
stands, simple-looking figure in flower
ed cotton gown. She has delicate features
and the head is glorifed by crown of
rudy gold hair knotted on high. Her hat
Is thrown down on a satin chair, likewise
her cloak, seemingly garment of simplest
shape; without any ssseeming" at ALL it is
of the toughest and cheapest brown ma
terial.
The clothes are nothing; that lightly
poised head of hers, like a flower on its
delicate stem, claims and makes good the
fit snion of her simplicity and the wealth
of luxury.
She is Patience Luttrell. the daughter Of
q Cornish curate, and she has just arrived
on q visit to her uncle, Sir Titus Luttrell of
Olney Chase and of Park Lane. Here she
is in Park Lane, and she is vaguely wonder
ing at the irregularity of family arrange
ments which sets one brother on high and
lets the other settle down in valley Of ex-
istence where one is made to learn too
sharply the value of what is called the
sscurrent" coin of the realm.
ssCurrentl" thinks Patience; there has
not been much flowing of luxury along the
stream of her life.
A tap at the door and the maid enters.
sMy lady has sent me, Miss. to ask if
can help you dress or unpack.
Patience fushes a little; not for worlds
would she have o maid dive into the treas
ures of her box.
s'Thank you, no. she says, however, with
o quiet dignity. 81 am accustomed to do
all for myself. Stay, though" she changes;
ssthe strap is SO tight that ask you to help
me with that"
She wants to ask this maid who is in the
house. Is she only to see her uncle and
and aunt? -her aunt has already welcomed
her-or are the girls, Annabel and Marcia,
at home? Her cousin Titus, too-what of
him2 Rut dare she? What are the laws
between mistress and maid here in Park
Lane2 Do they differ from those of Corn
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The maid settles the difficulty.
81 can quite easy help you, miss; nay
young ladies do not require me for half an
hour"
Dificulty the second: Patience rebels at
any touch of the polite maid, beyond the
unstrapping of her box.
She is at the end of a long passage, and
suddenly she hears soft whistle coming
along. It grows louder, and it declares it
self to be of the livery susceptible Chancel-
lor'' song out of s1olanthe.
ssTitus is at home," thinks Patience. He
is the only boy of the house, but he is
twenty three.
The maid has at last found strength
enough to undo the very tight strap, and
pants with red face.
At the same time the door is burst open,
and short girl, all sheen of creamy Surah
silk, with hat all rose tinted feathers,
runs in. Behind her is taller copy of
herself, SO far dress goes; but this is
Marcia the fair, while Annabel is brown as
gypsy.
you arrived. Stupid Lady Radleigh and
her garden partyl" cried the first girl.
sAnd you are Patience Lutrrell, after all;
and, after all, not Quakeress, which you
ought to be with that sort of name. naust
kiss you; you are lovely"
Patience laughed.
ssYou are too explosive, Nan" reprovss
Marcia.
ssNet at all, my divinity. call her that
because she suggests Mars-fancy the depth
of my wit |" This is for Patience's benefit.
ssNot at all, / repeat. I don't say she's
lovely for beauty, because she is like you, a
Luttrell, but simply from the get-up OF her.
You are picture. Patience"
sam I?' and Patience looks at herself in
the long glass of her wardrobe, but sees
only what she is accustomed to seeing.
ssNever alter yourself. my dear, and you
will have crowds of eligibles and ineligibles
at your feet in week"
sDear!" and the girl laughs; 81 shall run
home then"
'sWhom have you seen? ?"
"Aunt AnRe.'
ssNo one else2"
ssNo.'
seThen you have trial for your nerves.
First is papa, who is buekram, and then is
the younger Titus, who is fabbiness per-
Honifed"
Patience naturally laughs. She is girl
who can laugh-who, in fact has never
mGlgre poverty anything in her life to
prevent her laughing.
s1s it not bad sign when one disparages
ones relations?" says Marcia, in o soft
languor.
81 never dispute any of your aphorisns,
Mars, dear, but III is fabby. You look
healthily sensible, my ravishing soz, or !
would advise you for your good.
81 can be foolish"
Patience lightly adopts the tone of her
surroundings.
sDon't fall victisn, then, to the charms
of fabbiness, because his effete majesty Is
booked"
81 never learned Greek, says Patience,
demurely.
s.No2 Then translate. He is engaged to
Lady Ellice st. Leger-that's all. !"
Patience is offended. Why, she scarcely
knows; but, still, she is offended, and the
Luttrell dignity causes her fair and striking
head to lift a little.
ssNow I'll go. Come, Mars !" dashes An
mabel. Patience, / downright respect you
for being angry, but Forgive me, there's
love |" And the bewitching Annabel
makes melancholy face, and puts up hen
rosy lips to be kissed.
She goes out of the room whistling again
the tune of the Every susceptible Chancel
lor."
voLSlM II
Patience Lutrells nerves stand the ordea
of both "Buckram" and ssf1abbiness." Bott
her stately uncle and her languid cousin
zoo, are following in Annabel's wake of ad
miration. Is not Patience, in her uttel
simplicity, such contrast to the generalit.
of girls?
Again, she wears only cotton gown
white, because it is evening land her dec
orations are loosely knotted sash of dull
old-gold satin, while on her breast hangs |
quaint Indian jewel her mother has len
her. That, too, is dull and tawny, though
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