A letter from Anna awaited me on my return to the vicarage, from which
I copy as much as it is fit for other eyes than mine to see.
"An armourer in Amsterdam has made himself a name and great gain by a
shirt of mail, which is said to be verily pistol proof, and, at the
same time, more light and flexible than any heretofore made. I have
sent one for you, and one for your friend, and trust they will come to
hand in time, and prove as useful as our military friends say they are.
It will be great joy to me, if the idle gew-gaws with which they were
bought have been converted into stout and serviceable covering for the
breast of my reckless soldier and his comrade. I try to persuade
myself that danger flees from those who court it, for well I know you
will ever be in the forefront of battle, when you anywise may. But for
my sake, pray remember that there is a soldierly prudence.
"We have been here at the Hague for some weeks, my father having been
called in to consult with the Stadtholder's physician; but in a few
days we go to Leyden, where a professorship has been found for my
father. Strangely enough, my father has made acquaintance with yours,
who had some business with the Stadtholder, and they fell into a mutual
liking, before either knew the other's name. If they had but met in
Axholme, how many evils might have been averted! Mr. Vavasour is about
to go on some secret embassy to the East, at the instance of friends,
who are in authority at Venice. Doubtless you know more of these
Italian gentlemen. He spent more than an hour with us in our lodging,
and made me think him a great and magnanimous man, who might have done
the state much service, if he had been more highly placed. But he has
sorely lacked woman's counsel to remind him of the near duty and the
plain, homely wisdom which women have by instinct. Be you warned in
time, my Frank. Your father has ruined his estate for want of a
housewife's wit!
"You will be pleased to know that his leave-taking with me had a touch
of fatherliness....
"There is high dispute among the natural philosophers at Leyden whether
it be true that some trees produce flowers but no fruit, and others
fruit without flowers. My father bids me ask your answer to these
questions following: Do oaks and beeches bear no flowers? Do the elm,
poplar, and box bear neither flower nor fruit? He is reconciled to
having you as a son-in-law, partly by the quickness and sureness with
which you see and observe! Said he to me but yesterday, 'If Frank were
here, I believe I could prove that fruit is preceded by blossom far
more often than has been supposed.' Yes; he called you 'Frank.' How I
wish you were here, instead of preparing for Sweden and all the chances
and horrors of the battlefield! Is it utterly impossible for you to
come here before you join the army of King Gustavus?"
When I had read and re-read my letter, and while I was giving my aunt
the news it contained, and the messages for herself, Dick Portington
came in to bid me to a supper the next evening at the White Hart, where
a number of old friends would meet, to wish me a good voyage, and drink
to our next merry meeting. Although I had no great inclining to a
banquet on the last evening before my departure, I could not bring my
mind to offend my well-wishers by a refusal.
Dame Hind outdid herself in the provision she made for the feast, which
was spread in the "court-room," the same in which Commissioner Tunstall
had trouble with the wasps. Squire Stovin presided, whose ancestor was
chief of the bowmen in the army of the Conqueror at Senlac Field. He
was accounted one of the wisest and boldest gentlemen of the Isle.
With him was his son George, a little older than I, and a good comrade.
There were present also Squire Mell of Belton, and his son, who had
stood by me at Belshaw, and Dick Portington and his father, the Squire
of Tudworth, and some other gentlemen (twelve or more) whose names have
not appeared in my pages, besides a few men of humbler condition, among
them being Daft Jack and my man Luke.
Over supper the talk at our table ran on the affairs of the nation; the
seizure of our ships by the Duke of Epernon, and the coming war with
France; the mystery of the policy of the King, or rather of the Duke of
Buckingham. Some one voiced the opinion that the favourite had deep
designs, incomprehensible to the vulgar. Squire Stovin laughed in
contempt.
"Say 'contradictory to all the adages of common folk' and I am with
you. 'You cannot have your cake and eat your cake,' runs the saw;
Buckingham thinks he can. He believes the sky will rain potatoes, if
he wishes it. He rules England just as much as the weathercock on my
barn rules the wind."
"We may hope for better days, think you not," asked Squire Mell, "since
the judges have at last taken a stand, and declared the new loan
illegal?"
"I see not much promise in that, since the King's answer is to dismiss
Sir Randal Carew from his Chief Justiceship," replied Stovin. "That is
as high-handed a piece of tyranny as the sale of our land over our
heads to the Dutchman; and the country takes it as tamely as we have
ta'en the loss of our property and our rights."
"There are more than fifty gentlemen of the county committed to prison
for refusing to pay the money demanded," said one.
"Ten of them had been appointed commissioners to collect the loan,"
said another.
"I heard a rumour the other day," said a third, "that the Earl of
Lincoln is to be sent to the Tower."
"These are not times for our young men to be enlisting for foreign
service; there will be civil war in England before we are much older,"
declared Squire Portington.
"There's not much sign of it yet," growled Stovin. "We are too
white-livered for 't. But 'tis no bad thing some of our lads should
learn how to win battles under a master of the art."
"Vavasour and Drury will be apt pupils, I warrant," said the younger
Mell. "He is a good captain who knows how to get the victory when he
is outnumbered three to one, and the enemy has horsemen and he footmen
only. How the Mulgrave men fled at Belshaw!"
"Nay, the chief credit for that must be put down to thee," I replied.
"The Mulgrave men are not likely to be the tools of oppression in
future," remarked Squire Mell. "The young earl is reducing the number
of his train. And I have it on good authority that he has put the case
of the Isle Commoners to my Lord Scrope in a new light. He is a just
young man, and judicious beyond his years."
"The guest of the evening has reason to think so," some one said.
"Owes Frank for his coronet," another shouted.
"His earldom came to him by the judgment of the Almighty," answered
Mell, gravely. "We know Vavasour had no intent to kill Lord Sheffield
on the best of testimony--that of Frank himself, who would not lie to
save his neck."
"'A speaks as straight as 'a hits and shoots," cried a voice from the
other table.
"For my part," continued Mell, "I applaud the earl's courage in
despising misconstruction."
"What is the meaning of the uproar below?" asked Portington, as we all
listened to a noise of voices in anger and alarm, which came through
the side door, just opened for the carrying out of the remnants of
supper.
At the same moment, a servant rushed into the room, almost breathless.
"Would your honour condescend to come to give order what's to be done
with a murthering villain?" she panted toward Squire Stovin.
A dozen men hurried forward, but the squire called out--
"Order, gentlemen. Be so good as to remain until I have seen what's
the matter. Portington, Drury, Vavasour, follow me."
At first we could scarcely see, the change being great from the light
of many wax candles to the dimness of the few tallow dips in tin
sconces of the common room of the inn; but shortly we discerned a
fellow held down on a chair by two men, Host Hind standing over him
with a stout cudgel in his hand, and a group of labourers and the like,
who had been disturbed at their potations, as was plain by an
overturned table, and a quantity of liquor spilled on the floor, and
the shards of a broken jug. Briefly told, the matter stood thus: the
man now on the chair had come, wrapped in a horseman's long cloak, and
wearing a big beard; had called for Schiedam, and sat drinking by
himself. A wandering cripple who played a pipe had entertained the
company with the tricks of a Barbary ape, which made the round of the
room after the performance, holding out a box for the gifts of the
liberal. When the man in the cloak took no heed of him, the animal had
pulled at his beard, which came off in his paw, whereupon the man had
struck the beast, and the beast had instantly fastened his teeth in the
man's hand. A scuffle followed, the stranger beating and trying to
shake off the ape, its owner endeavouring to save the animal from the
heavy blows which the stranger dealt on its head, and the company
making confusion worse by crowding on the queer combatants. As soon as
the ape had been struck down, the stranger had kicked it furiously, and
also its owner the cripple, which stirred the ire of the spectators,
who seized him, calling him a brutish villain. In struggling with
them, the man had lost his cloak, revealing pistols in his belt, one of
which he had pulled out, threatening to shoot. Host Hind had rapped
him over the knuckles with his cudgel, called on two stout fellows to
hold him, and sent a servant to Justice Stovin.
"Hold up your head, and let me have a closer sight of you; you and I
have met before, or I am grossly mistaken."
So saying, the Squire took a candle from the wall, and passed it before
the man's face, and I saw it was Vliet.
"Let every man in the room go elsewhere for a few minutes, barring the
landlord and the gentlemen who accompanied me."
When the order had been obeyed, the Squire bade Hind to pinion the
prisoner. Vliet looked at me with murderous eyes, but sullenly
submitted.
"Now I have saved you from being made dogs' meat," said the Squire.
"If the honest fellows in the house knew you were the Sebastian Vliet
who escaped from arrest on the charge of attempted murder, and guessed
you were lurking here, disguised, expecting that it would be easy to
shoot a man, merry with wine, and thinking no evil, they would tear you
limb from limb--small blame to them. Do you understand me?"
"If you permit," said John to the Squire, "I will be your interpreter."
Squire Stovin nodded, and there ensued some interchange of speech
between the two.
"You have said much more than I did," quoth the Squire.
"I added a word of advice about the ape's bite, for which I received
some choice Dutch blasphemy."
"What was the advice?"
"To allow me to apply a white-hot poker to the wound. The bite of an
ape is a nasty thing."
"And what was the reply?" asked Dick.
"Stripped of the cursing, it was to the effect that my gentleman could
make better use of a hot poker than to burn himself with it. Excuse me
from repeating the precise terms: they were not in the best taste."
"Give him to understand that he will be removed to the lock-up, where
he will be strongly guarded, and committed to Lincoln to-morrow."
"And you will give order that his hurt be looked to, will you not,
Squire?" I put in.
"Why, in Heaven's name, should I concern myself about his rascally
carcase? Why you should, God only knows."
I certainly did not know; but, nevertheless, a sort of pity had filled
me for the wretched man, who had lost so much; love, above all, health,
as his bloated face and body showed, his money, as I suspected from his
threadbare garments, and every remnant of gentility and self-respect,
as he proved by look and word and tone. Poor soldier of fortune though
I was, I had infinite wealth in comparison.
"Well, be it so," said the Squire. "I will send for Tankersley."
Then Vliet burst out into a torrent of oaths in English, and the Squire
bade John and me return to our friends, while he took measures for the
safe custody of the prisoner. When we had satisfied the curiosity of
our friends, and the Squire reappeared, the festivities went on again.
After the King's health had been drunk, the Squire wishing him "wiser
counsellors," my old friend made a speech about me, in which he said
far more than it would be decent for me to write, even if I could
remember it all. But some of his words dealt with the state of things
in the Isle, and are, in my judgment, well worthy of remembrance.
"There have been Vavasours at Temple Belwood more than two hundred
years, and most of them gentlemen of a public mind, but none more so
than our 'solicitor,' Thomas Vavasour. He has lost his patrimony in
defending our rights and properties. In all likelihood, he would not
have relinquished his estate, but for his belief that his son was dead,
and right sure I am that every gentleman in the Isle would have done
what in his power lay, to retain the honourable family of Vavasour in
its rightful seat. I may say that I, for one, endeavoured to persuade
our solicitor to accept contributions from the Isle Commoners, towards
the expenditure needful to maintain our cause, and I think it an error
in judgment that he declined, but it was the error of a proud and
generous man, and, moreover, of a man who had confidence in the
administration of law in this country. His confidence was so far
justified, that the highest court of law in the land decided in his
favour, as it was bound to do. Mr. Vavasour did not expect that law
and justice would be overridden by royal prerogative. No man expected
that. We have fallen on evil times, when a man's property may be taken
from him by a stronger than he, on the plea that the stronger man can
make a better use of it than the rightful owner. You may by and by
have Charles and Cornelius walking into your grounds. They see a lake.
Says Cornelius to Charles, 'I should like to fill up that lake, and
grow potatoes there.' 'Says Charles to Cornelius, 'Give me so much,
and you may.' And in spite of law and equity and reason, because
Charles and Cornelius are giants, and you are a man of ordinary size,
they do as they please. And they have the impudence to call themselves
benefactors for growing potatoes where no potatoes grew before! But I
crave pardon, gentlemen, for threshing this old straw over again. I
will add but this: We have learned to our cost that the Dutchman's
plans are as bad as his title. So the men of the south of the Isle
have learned, and those who live on the border of the West Riding. I
am sure the outfall will be choked up in a few years. The whole
business is wrong, and will end in the ruin of the projectors, and then
the inhabitants of the Isle may regain their rights. We are not likely
to receive amends for our losses, I fear. One of our losses is the
banishment of our solicitor and of his son, our guest."
The remainder of the Squire's speech was given to commendation of me,
and good wishes for my future prosperity. The health was drunk with
cheering enough to shake the rafters, which was renewed, when I made
the best reply I could to the kind things said by the Squire, and
shouted from end to end of the tables.
Then the younger Mell called on us in a pleasant vein of talk to drink
the health of John Drury; and John made a speech, full of merry quips
and jests, that set us all laughing and put formality to rout.
While tongues were wagging of blithesome days in the forest, now no
more to be enjoyed, of salmon-spearing in Trent, of otter hunts in Don,
of duck-shooting on the meres, and the like sports and pastimes of the
Isle, the wine flowing freely, and every other man blowing a cloud of
tobacco-smoke from his lips, the landlord came to whisper in my ear
that some one, whose name I did not catch, begged to have a word with
me.
"Speak up, mine host," said I. "Who is it?"
"'Tis lawyer Gibberd from Hatfield, on pressing business, he says. And
pressing it must be to bring such as he out on this bitter night. His
feet were frozen to the stirrups, and his face and hands were awmost
dead, but we've rubbed 'em well with snow. Says he's been well-high
flayed out of his wits by highwaymen. He's been to the vicarage, and
they sent him on here."
Before Hind had ended, nearly every one in the room was listening; and
when I rose to go with him, wondering what this Gibberd, whose name I
did not remember having heard, could want with me, Squire Stovin said--
"We have had one queer fish here this evening. By your leave,
Vavasour, I will see whether the man is Gibberd."
I bowed and sat down, and the Squire went out, the younger Mell
attending him. They returned shortly, bringing an elderly man with
them, who blinked and coughed and trembled, as he took the chair placed
for him.
"Fill a cup of brandy-wine for Mr. Gibberd," ordered the Squire.
"Drink it off, man, and then tell Vavasour your news."
When the man of law had quaffed his drink, and coughed again, he began--
"You will pardon my intrusion on this festive occasion, and at this
late hour, urgent business being my excuse. Indeed, if it had not been
of a most pressing nature, I should not have faced the rigour of the
weather, and the perils of the road, for I am by habit a home-keeping
man, and not accustomed to be abroad after dark, especially at this
time of the year. But as I chanced to hear, quite by accident, of your
intention to leave the country to-morrow, though I was not fully
assured of the truth of the information, I thought myself in duty bound
to use the utmost haste and diligence in acquainting you with facts of
the utmost consequence, being, in a sense, your professional adviser,
at least for the immediate present, and as I hope and trust in the
future also."
"Poor man! the frost has touched his brain," said Dick.
"But not his tongue," laughed John.
"If you can come to the point, I shall be obliged, Mr. Gibberd," said I.
Mr. Gibberd coughed, helped himself to a little more liquor, and
continued--
"I had the honour to be the legal adviser of the late Mr. Staniforth,
who died yesterday, very suddenly at the last, poor gentleman, though
in my experience it is always sudden. Perhaps I should more correctly
say 'observation,' but no matter. Of late, Mr. Staniforth has found
comfort in making several testamentary dispositions of his property;
since the death of his much-lamented son, he has done so often----"
"Let's have an end to this prolixity, man," thundered Squire Stovin.
"You made poor old Staniforth's last will and testament? Is that what
you mean?"
"I did."
"And he has left something to Mr. Frank Vavasour, eh?"
"He has left to Mr. Frank Vavasour, on condition of his taking the name
of Staniforth, his house known as Staniforth Hall, his----"
"Cut it short, Mr. Gibberd; spare us the language of the law," said I.
"Everything he had is yours, Mr. Vavasour; his property in Staniforth,
Sykehouse, Fishlake, Cowick, Baln, and Pollington; his money out on
mortgage----"
Dick jumped up. "Fill your cups, gentlemen. Here's to Frank
Vavasour-Staniforth, or Staniforth-Vavasour, wishing him joy of his
inheritance, and then three times three."
What an uproar the good fellows made! And when they had finished the
three times three, some one shouted "One more!" and then another called
for "Just a little one," and another for "A good one to end up with."
And so they went on, until they had made themselves hoarse and dry.
Luke came and stood behind my chair.
"Ye can't do bout a bodysarvant now, Measter Frank. 'Tis my place. No
running your head again' cannon bullets i' forrin parts, now. When be
we agoin' to Holland?"
John gripped my hand, saying, "I suppose Providence makes no mistakes,
but I could wish this stroke had not come just now. I hoped to see you
a colonel at least, but Mistress Goel will forbid it."
"The first thing to be done," I answered, "is to go to the help of that
worthy man in Hull."
"To-morrow, early," he answered heartily.
While this passed, the room was full of clamour of talk and laughter,
which grew louder every moment, until Squire Stovin's great voice
called for order.
"Gentlemen," said he, "this has been a trying time for our guest. I
never heard that coming in to fortune killed a man, but this sudden
change in our friend's affairs is something of a shock. If you will
accept my ruling, we will drink a parting cup, and go home. Frank
shall invite us to a merry meeting as soon as he finds it convenient."
To this all agreed, and at length, after much handshaking, John and I
walked together to the vicarage.
"You, too, will renounce the Swedish project," said I.
"Nay," he answered; "if I don't go abroad, I shall turn gipsy."
THE END
NOVELS BY WILLIAM J. LOCKE
Jaffery
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Simon the Jester
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_Daily Telegraph_.--"Mr. Locke, who has a happy gift for
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_Liverpool Courier_.--"'The Morals of Marcus Ordeyne' was emphatically
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_Times_.--"Mr. Locke is a master of many spells."
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_Sunday Times_.--"With that style of his that is at once so fastidious
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_Clarion_.--"It is a grand book this. A jolly, delightful book, for
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_Globe_.--"'Aristide Pujol' is one of Mr. Locke's happiest creations."
_Bystander_.--"I could say much more about this engaging and delicious
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vagabond'."
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_Press Opinions_
_Times_.--"Mr. Neil Lyons writes as the friend and observer of the new
army.... Mr. Lyons ... is a master of cockney humour.... As to nearly
everything that Mr. Lyons' 'cockneys' say we have an instinctive
feeling that it is exactly right."
_Morning Post_.--"It is, on the one side, an antidote to the
sentimental and mawkish, and on another a supplement to what may be
called the purely professional soldier tale. It should be widely read."
_Outlook_.--"A writer who in such times as these sets out to make us
laugh--and succeeds in his amiable intent--deserves praise."
_Sunday Times_.--"Here you will say is the very man to take down the
talk of the humbler members of Lord Kitchener's Armies, and you will be
right. You will laugh heartily over ... 'Kitchener Chaps.'"
_Evening Standard_.--"These stories are excellently conceived and
artistically executed. There is no sense of anti-climax about them ...
for side-shaking merriment the veracious history of 'Private Blood'
will not soon be forgotten."
_Daily Express_.--"Mr. Neil Lyons' sketches of the recruits in the new
army are splendid humorous and human pen pictures, almost the first
genuine literature that the war has produced."
_Tatler_.--"And when you have finished it and read many of the sketches
a second time, as you will want to do, send it anywhere, where there is
a soldier."
Arthur's.
The Romance of a Coffee Stall
Crown 8vo, Cloth, 1s net; also Library Edition, Crown 8vo, 6s.
_Press Opinions_
_Times_.--"Very pretty comedy ... not only a very entertaining and
amusing work, but a very kindly and tolerant work also. At the back of
it is understanding and love of life, and that most admirable frame of
mind for an artist, the live-and-let-live temperament."
_Morning Post_.--"An outspoken and withal a kindly work, allowing a
power of clear observation, and an interesting and unusual milieu in
which to display it."
_Manchester Guardian_.--"'Arthur's' can cordially be recommended....
Mr. Lyons seems to have the animating gift as well as the seeing eye,
and a kindly humour in selection and treatment brings out the light and
warmth of the stall rather than its flare and smell."
_Daily Chronicle_.--"Arthur and his cronies will live among the
Londoners of fiction beside the bargees of Mr. Jacobs and the inmates
of 'No. 5 John Street.'"
Sixpenny Pieces
Third Edition, Crown 8vo, 6s.
_Press Opinions_
_Evening Standard_.--"'Sixpenny Pieces' is as good as 'Arthur's.' ...
For a book full of laughter and tears and bits innumerable that one
feels impelled to read aloud, 'Sixpenny Pieces' would be very hard
indeed to beat."
_Standard_.--"It is a book that no one can afford to neglect. Both as
literature and as life its appeal is irresistible."
_Morning Post_.--"Mr. Neil Lyons is a shrewd, penetrating, and
sympathetic observer of the lives of the poor. Two of the most
delightful characters we have met in fiction."
_Pall Mall Gazette_.--"It is pure, fast, sheer life, salted with a
sense of humour; and the reader is sure of being lured as cunningly
from sixpenny bit to sixpenny bit."
Cottage Pie
A Country Spread
Third Edition, Crown 8vo, 6s.
_Times_.--"Marked with the humour and grip with which Mr. Lyons
visualizes an episode, and by his remarkable power of transcribing the
talk of the less educated classes of the community."
Clara
Some Scattered Chapters in the Life of a Hussy
Crown 8vo, 6s.
_Pall Mall Gazette_.--"It is doubtful whether since Dickens anyone has
caught so exactly, and presented to us so artistically as Mr. Lyons,
the sharp shrewd wit and the rich though acrid humour of the London
gutter."
Simple Simon.
His Adventures in the Thistle Patch
With 8 Illustrations by G. E. Peto. Crown 8vo, 6s.
_Outlook_.--"A rollicking sense of fun, an almost unbearable
seriousness, a keen observation, a kind heart, and a genius entirely
his own are among Mr. Neil Lyons' assets for writing."
Moby Lane and Thereabouts
A Sussex Confection
Crown 8vo, 6s.
* * * * *
BY FORD MADOX HUEFFER
The Good Soldier
Crown 8vo, 6s.
_Press Opinions_
_Daily News and Leader_.--"And when one has come to the end of this
beautiful and moving story, it is worth while reading the book over
again simply to observe the wonders of its technique ... indeed this is
a much, much better book than any of us deserve."
_Observer_.--"So absorbing that one has the puerile itch to look at the
end.... There are not three people in England who could have told it,
or two who could have told it just that way."
_Globe_.--"This book is going to add enormously to Mr. Hueffer's
reputation as a novelist. It is ... an amazingly clever psychological
study ... it is a novel that is going to be read."
_Daily Telegraph_.--"There is the excellent writing, the play of
imagination, the delicate attention to character that holds the mind in
all his best work."
_Sunday Times_.--"Mr. Ford Madox Hueffer is a literary artist with a
big future before him ... it is extremely effective and magnificently
true."
_Outlook_.--"This novel ... is amazingly well written."
_Truth_.--"The story is told with such astonishing artfully artless
naturalness that it absorbs you from the first page to the last."
_Evening Standard_.--"It is ... among the very best he has turned out
yet ... of Mr. Ford Madox Hueffer's many new veins, this would seem one
of the richest."
* * * * *
Love-Birds in the Coco-Nuts
By PETER BLUNDELL.
Author of "The Finger of Mr. Blee."
Crown 8vo, 6s.
_Press Opinions_
_Daily Telegraph_.--"It is pleasant indeed at a time of severe trial,
such as the present, to be able to take up a book that shall compel
relaxation of a thoroughly healthy kind, that shall in our hours off
duty provide such entertainment as is the most delightful and
refreshing diversion, ... Ferdinard Fernandez ... is one of the most
humorous people whom we have encountered in recent fiction.... To all
who seek fresh and hearty amusement Mr. Peter Blundell's new story may
be confidently commended."
_Morning Post_.--"The story ... is not merely amusing ... it appeals to
the imagination and the feelings in other ways."
SIDNEY DARK in the _Daily Express_.--"This is a delightfully amusing
book, the story of life somewhere or other in the Malay Peninsula, with
irresistible light comedy in almost every chapter."
_Pall Mall Gazette_.--"Mr. Blundell continues to prove himself as true
in his humour as he is surprising in his inventiveness.... The book
has an exuberance of good humour."
_Evening Standard_.--"'Love-birds in the Coco-nuts' is an extraordinary
book, about extraordinary people.... The author has real originality,
a style and humour all his own, and a background for his story
practically untouched by novelists."
_Scotsman_.--"The story is managed with a rare ability.... The book
cannot but be enjoyed by any reader who likes a new and natural touch
of irresponsible humour."
* * * * *
OTHER NEW NOVELS
Mrs. Barnet-Robes
By Mrs. C. S. PEEL, author of the "Hat-Shop." Crown 8vo, 6s.
_Outlook_.--"With insight and tenderness and courage, Mrs. Peel has
written one of the most charming and at the same time most living of
stories.... It is stamped with truth and is very beautifully told."
The Titan
By THEODORE DREISER. Crown 8vo, 6s.
WILLIAM J. LOCKE in the _Pall Mall Gazette_.--"It is a memorable book,
written by one saturated with knowledge of his own national life."
The Auction Mart
By SYDNEY TREMAYNE. Crown 8vo, 6s.
_Sunday Times_.--"Mr. Sydney Tremayne is a newcomer among English
novelists, but it is a sure and certain thing that he has come to
stay.... He has wit, humour, and the knack of telling a story. He
should go far."
The Jealous Goddess
By MADGE MEARS. Crown 8vo, 6s.
Merry-Andrew
By KEBLE HOWARD. Crown 8vo, 6s.
JOHN LANE, THE BODLEY HEAD, W.
End of Project Gutenberg's The MS. in a Red Box, by John Arthur Hamilton