THE GATHERING STORM.
“I am sorry you feel like that about it, my dear. She seems to me a
nice little girl enough—rather fascinating indeed. She appears very
much liked here.”
Mrs. Cossart’s reply was something like a snort, and the toss of her
head and set of her mouth showed from whom Effie had inherited some of
her little tricks of manner.
“And she is such a nice companion for Effie,” concluded Mr. Cossart
after a brief pause.
“A fine companion indeed!” retorted his wife. “A wonderful lot of time
she spends with Effie! I call it simply shameful the way she is going
on! We bring her out with us at great cost to be a companion for Effie,
and here she is from morning to night running after some new people,
just because they are rich and well connected, and she hopes to catch
the young man for a husband!”
Like many rather easy-going and phlegmatic people, Mrs. Cossart took
a good deal of rousing, but when once an idea had thoroughly taken
possession of her mind, there was no getting it out, and if it happened
to be one of an irritating and disturbing kind, it would gradually
work like leaven in her nature, and entirely overset her natural
equilibrium. She had been brooding for weeks over the turn affairs
seemed taking, but this was the first time she had spoken quite so
openly to her husband, and Mr. Cossart was decidedly taken aback.
“Really, my dear, I don’t think such an idea has ever entered Sheila’s
head. She is such a child still. She is fond of Miss Adene and these
Dumaresqs, and they have taken a fancy to her; but I don’t think you
need think such things of her. She is just as happy playing with the
little boy as being with young Dumaresq; and it seems to me that he
pays quite as much attention to Effie. I have taken care to let him
know, in an indirect kind of way, that our little girl will have a
pretty dower when she marries. And in these days young men think of
such things. High time too, with the land depreciating as it is!”
“Yes, and perhaps if Sheila were not here something might come of it.
Effie has twice the character of Sheila, but there is something about
the way that little flirt goes on that takes the fancy of people in a
way I can’t understand! And if you would believe it, on New Year’s Eve,
when I thought Ronald Dumaresq was sitting out with Effie watching the
fireworks and so on—if you would believe it he had just turned her over
to his aunt, and off he set down the hill in a carro, and found Sheila
out on the verandah here, and stayed with her all the time! What do you
call that sort of thing, I wonder?”
“Well, my dear, I don’t see that Sheila was in fault. And there were
other people out too. She was not alone. If young Dumaresq chose to
come and watch the display from here, nobody could blame her.”
“I expect it was a got-up thing between them. She never said a word
about it either; I only heard it incidentally a few days ago. She is a
very artful young minx—that is what she is!”
Mr. Cossart was uncomfortable. He was a just man and a kindly one by
nature; and Sheila’s pretty ways had taken his fancy as they had taken
the fancy of others. He had no special matrimonial ambitions for his
own daughter. He would very well have liked to see her the wife of
Ronald Dumaresq; but, on the other hand, if the young man had other
ideas for himself, he would never make a trouble of it.
“There’s as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it,” was a
favourite maxim of his, and if Sheila were to get a handsome husband in
Ronald, her uncle would wish her joy and be ready to arrange matters
for her in fatherly fashion. But he knew by experience that his wife,
when once her mind was made up, was inexorable.
“Yes,” continued Mrs. Cossart wrathfully, “you men never see an inch
before your noses, but I have had my misgivings ever since Sheila came.
Look how things were with the girls and Cyril. I don’t mean that I
think much of Cyril—he’s only a Cossart when all’s said and done. All
his grand ways won’t make him a better man than his father before him,
and of course they’re cousins. Still I had no particular objection, and
Effie seemed to think more of him than of anybody else, and to be a
good deal taken up with him. But as soon as Sheila came I noticed the
difference. It was she who was the attraction then. They were always
scheming to get together and ride off alone and all that sort of thing.
There was talk about Effie, to be sure, and teaching her to ride; but
that was just the excuse. Oh, I know what I am talking about! And now
it is just the same thing again. If it were not for Sheila, young
Dumaresq would be very attentive to Effie, but as things are he never
gets the chance. That girl, with her craving after notice, her laughing
ways and bold artful scheming, just winds him round her fingers, and
the end of it will be, you’ll see, that she lands the fish, and Effie
is left out in the cold!”
“But, my dear, if the young man prefers Sheila (and I’m not at all
prepared to think he does; but she is pretty and taking, and he
naturally talks to her) I don’t see that we could interfere.”
“Then you will stand quietly by to see your own child’s heart broken,
whilst this artful little minx carries on her games under our very
noses.”
At that Mr. Cossart looked grave and uttered a low whistle.
“Do you mean that our Effie has begun to—to—well, to care for this
young man? I never thought her the kind to fall in love just with a
handsome face.”
“Ronald Dumaresq has more than a handsome face,” answered Mrs. Cossart
with slight asperity, “and I have no hesitation in saying that he
has taken Effie’s fancy in a way that no other man has done to my
knowledge. The last doctor we consulted about Effie said that some
interest of that sort in her life just now might be the best possible
thing for her. When first I saw Ronald Dumaresq I thought that he
would be the very husband for her; he is well-born, fairly well-to-do,
kind-hearted, affectionate, and, I think, very high principled. If you
watch Effie when she is talking to him, you will see how she brightens
up. But that Sheila is for ever putting herself forward. I wish we had
never brought her, and I am certain Effie is beginning to wish the
same.”
Mr. Cossart was silent; this was putting the matter in a new light. He
rubbed his chin and looked disturbed.
“What are the girls doing now?” he asked as though to gain time.
“We will come and see,” said Mrs. Cossart, rising with a kind of
vicious alacrity. “I know nothing, but I can guess. Sheila will by
hook or by crook have got Ronald Dumaresq in tow, you will see, and
Effie will be left out in the cold, or reduced to fall back on those
everlasting Murchison girls! I did not bring Effie out here to throw
her into the arms of a tradesman’s daughters!” and Mrs. Cossart gave
that little toss to her head which was so like Effie’s.
Husband and wife rose and wandered down the garden paths, too well used
to the wealth of flowers and the glint of the sparkling sea to remark
upon the beauties before them. Mrs. Cossart’s face was displeased, and
his was troubled. Presently the sound of a clear ringing laugh broke
upon their ears, and Mrs. Cossart uttered a suggestive snort.
“There’s Sheila, on the tennis court, I expect. Come and see for
yourself how she plays companion to Effie!”
They moved on till they could command a view of the court from a
terrace above, and then a pretty scene revealed itself to their eyes.
On one side of the net stood Ronald, tennis-bat in hand, his white
flannels showing off his slight figure to great advantage. On the other
side was little Guy, with Sheila superintending, her bat in his hand,
as he made vigorous and often successful attempts to send the ball
across to his uncle. Sir Guy and Lady Dumaresq sat together in wicker
chairs in the shade, and Miss Adene was sketching the group, a smile on
her lips, as her clever pencil travelled swiftly over the paper. Sheila
was in the plot, and strove to keep little Guy still from time to time
in one of his pretty attitudes. Of Effie there was no trace.
“You see!” said Mrs. Cossart triumphantly.
“Yes, my dear; but you know Sheila offered to help with the child when
his nurse was taken ill. We must not complain if she keeps her promise.
You allowed her to undertake the task.”
“She gave me no choice, speaking it out before Lady Dumaresq as she
did. Of course I saw the motive all the while. As though people like
that could not get a temporary nurse!”
“Well, they have done that; but of course a Portuguese woman is not
like their own trusted servant. Naturally they do not like the boy left
much with her. I cannot find fault with Sheila for trying to help. She
is so fond of the little fellow.”
Sheila’s voice came up to them just then clear and sweet.
“Oh, isn’t he a darling! Isn’t he quite too sweet? Lady Dumaresq, I
hope Taylor isn’t going to get well just yet, I do so love having him.
Mayn’t I give him his bath again to-night? He likes it so when I do.
And he is such a little duck!”
Mr. and Mrs. Cossart walked down and approached the group.
“Where is Effie, Sheila?” asked the latter.
Sheila looked round quickly.
“Effie? Oh, she was here just now. We were playing tennis against Mr.
Dumaresq. We beat him, but I don’t believe he played up,” and she
threw a sparkling glance towards Ronald who was strolling up with Guy
perched on his shoulder. “Then Guy wanted to play, and Effie sat down;
I thought she was here still.”
“The Miss Murchisons came and asked her to go down the town with them
in their carro, and hear the band play at the Casino,” said Miss Adene,
looking up from her sketch. “There, Sheila, will that do? It is the
best I could get—he is a restless little mortal.”
“Oh, but you have got him delightfully!” cried Sheila, taking the
sketch-book, her face alight with pleasure. “Oh, isn’t it just that
pretty way of his when he tries to hit the ball, and laughs all over
his dear little face! See, Lady Dumaresq, isn’t it good? But you can’t
have it, for Miss Adene has promised it to me. You know you did, didn’t
you—the first good sketch you could catch of him?”
Lady Dumaresq smiled and patted Sheila’s cheek.
“You will make my boy quite vain by your open admiration, my dear; you
must remember that he is not quite a baby, and can understand a good
deal of what is said.” She looked up at the girl, and then her glance
fell upon the Cossarts, and she seemed to divine that something was
amiss.
With ready tact she turned to them and said—
“Will you not join us at tea? It is just coming out. We prefer having
it brought here to going to the drawing-room; and the people are very
kind about indulging us. We want to talk to you about a plan for
to-morrow or the next day. We feel we have been idle long enough. We
were thinking of taking the excursion to Camacha, and were hoping you
would join us. Your daughter seemed pleased with the plan.”
There was something about Lady Dumaresq’s graceful and gracious
manner that Mrs. Cossart could never resist. The frown faded from her
brow, and she took the seat Ronald brought for her, preparing to be
responsive, though she could not forget her regret in Effie’s absence;
for naturally Sheila and Ronald consorted together, and they evidently
had an infinite number of little jokes in common, and it seemed to her
that little Guy made a very strong link between them.
“You know Camacha is a quaint little village lying behind that wooded
hill we look at to the right,” said Lady Dumaresq indicating the
direction. “It is one of the easy excursions, and it is much more often
free from rain cloud than other places in the island. It is about two
hours distant, whether we take horses or hammocks or a light carro. We
think a picnic up there would be very agreeable. It will be a pleasure
to us if your party will join us. The weather is so settled again just
now that we feel we ought to take advantage of it.”
“Very kind, I am sure,” said Mr. Cossart heartily. “We shall be
delighted to join you. I think I and my old lady had better have a
carro, and perhaps two yoke of bullocks, and take the luncheon baskets
with us. I suppose you young people will all ride. So would I have done
at your age!”
“I think my aunt and my husband will have hammocks,” said Lady
Dumaresq, “and I fancy your daughter inclined to that method also. I
don’t know whether I can make up my mind to try one. I think I have a
greater fancy for a horse.”
“It seems rather cruel work being carried by human bearers,” said Miss
Adene. “I did not like it at all at first, but I got used to it. And as
they say, it is the men’s livelihood. If visitors do not take hammocks,
the bearers starve.”
“We’ll have horses,” cried Ronald, including himself, Sheila, Lady
Dumaresq and little Guy in his glance. “Yes, I’ve seen Susa, and he’s
got a good little pony, and the boy’s donkey saddle will fit on all
right. We’ll take him along with us. The man will walk alongside all
the time. Oh, he’ll be as safe as a tree! He’ll like it awfully, won’t
you, boy?”
Guy cut capers and clapped his hands. He was a perfectly fearless
morsel of humanity, and had ridden the old donkey at home ever since he
could get his little legs across its broad back. At nearly four he was
wild to have a pony and go with Uncle Ronald and Sheila, and they were
equally eager to have him.
When Mr. and Mrs. Cossart went back to the hotel, it was in a more
complaisant mood than they had left it.
“You see, my dear,” he said, “they are quite friendly to us.”
“Oh, yes, that is all right enough; but all the same I am not satisfied
with the way things are going. I mean to make this excursion to Camacha
something of a test case.”
“What do you mean?”
“I know what I mean myself. I mean to keep my eyes well open, and you
can do the same. If I am not satisfied with what I see, I have quite
made up my mind what to do.”
“And what is that?” asked her husband rather uneasily.
“To pack Sheila straight off home in the _Dunraven Castle_ that is due
next Monday or Tuesday.”
(_To be continued._)
ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS.
STUDY AND STUDIO.
A LOVER OF THE “G.O.P.”—1. Albert Loeschorn, a distinguished musical
professor of Berlin, was born there in 1819. He was a pupil of Ludwig
Berger, taught in Berlin, and has held chamber concerts there. His
principal works consist of studies for the pianoforte. The title of
“Royal Professor” was conferred upon him in 1868.—2. When a canary
moults in July or August, be careful to keep him quiet and free from
draughts. Give him once a week a very small quantity of raw beef
scraped and moistened with water, with now and then a little of the
yolk of hard-boiled eggs, a piece of sponge-cake, and ripe chickweed.
MONA.—1. Robert Browning’s poem “How they brought the Good News from
Ghent to Aix” is founded on no historical incident, but describes a
purely imaginary “ride.”—2. Our summer takes place when the earth is
at aphelion (furthest from the sun) because the sun’s rays fall more
vertically upon our part of the world at that time. Two questions are
our limit.
INTERNATIONAL CORRESPONDENCE.
B. F., Scotland, would like to correspond with an Italian girl. She
is 15 years of age, very musical, and understands Latin, but not
Italian. Would the Italian girl “write a letter in English with the
corresponding Italian written below?”
MISS MARGARETHE SCHOLTZ, 115, Friedrichstrasse, Berlin, a teacher,
would like to correspond with another lady teacher, aged between 28
and 36. She “has no objection to writing to any foreign country.” Miss
Scholtz says, “You would be surprised to see how many girls here read
THE GIRL’S OWN PAPER.”
FLANNEL-FLOWER, New South Wales, “in the bush,” wishes to arrange a
correspondence with a French girl. She is 25, fond of reading and
music, the French language and literature. She would write in English,
the correspondent in French.
MISS MARGARET SPEIR, Newton Farm, Newton, Glasgow, wishes to correspond
with a French and a German girl. She is 18, but her correspondents
might be a few years older or younger.
“LOUISA,” Aberdeen, who is studying French, would like to correspond
with a French girl about her own age (16). The correspondent might
write either in English or French, but “Louisa” would write in French.
MISS ANICE CRESS has received no less than twelve letters from
Roumania, Belgium, France, and England, and says, “I feel that life is
indeed pleasant when I receive such kind, interesting, and instructive
letters from my dear fellow readers and correspondents.”
MISS RUTH E. A. PERRITT, 59, Elmbank Street, Glasgow, is anxious to
correspond regularly with a young French lady of her own age (17). We
hope some French girls will reply to our Scottish correspondents.
MISS EMILY JACOB, Belfield, Raheny, Co. Dublin (a typewriter, etc.),
and MISS F. BARTRAM, Pleasant View, Clay Lane, Clay Cross, Derbyshire,
offer to correspond with “NELLIE.”
MRS. BARNARD, Coomooboolaroo, Duaringa, Rockhampton, Queensland,
Australia, sends us six pictorial postcards for “O MIMOSA SAN,” and
asks for “a few bridges in exchange.” We cannot, as we have often said,
undertake any postal communication in connection with this column, and
have not “_O Mimosa San’s_” address.
AILEEN JACQUES (aged 13½), Queen Street, Tramore, Co. Waterford,
Ireland, wishes to correspond with a French girl of her own age, each
to write the other’s language.
MISS ETHEL KNEESHAW, Pembina, North Dakota, U.S.A., would like to
exchange duplicate stamps with MADEMOISELLE FRANÇOIS. Why does she not
write to her direct? Her address has been given more than once.
CARMEN would like to correspond with a Spanish girl of good family,
about her own age (18). Address: Maria Ricciardi, Madonna dell’ Aiuto,
28, Naples, Italy.
MISS MARIE DURAZZO, Piazza Meridiana 2, Genoa, Italy, will send an
illustrated post-card to any reader of THE GIRL’S OWN PAPER who will
send her one.
L. K. B. (not proficient in French) desires to correspond with a young
French lady, and would correct her English letters.
EXCELSIOR is very anxious to study mathematics, Latin, and French by
correspondence. She would help in all English subjects in return, and
adds also, “perhaps some lonely girl in a land across the sea might be
pleased to have letters telling of our great England, sent regularly.”
We quote a sentence or two from her letter to the Editor: “THE GIRL’S
OWN has been my very own paper since 1890; and however lonely or tired
I may feel, it needs but the new number of THE GIRL’S OWN to put new
life into me. If we could but gather round you, what a babel there
would be! Girls _can_ talk, and what a great deal we should wish to
say!”
SUNSHINE wishes to correspond in English with an Irish, Scotch, or
French girl of 15 or 16. Address: Miss L. Handson, 84, Cartergate,
Great Grimsby, Lincolnshire.
MISS M. THEYNE, Wiedendamm 2, Riga, Russia, a Russian girl aged 22,
wishes to correspond with “LAURA” (March). We thank her for her
pleasant letter.
MEDICAL.
E. MESSENT.—We have over and over again said that we know of no really
efficient and safe way of permanently removing superfluous hairs from
the face. All chemical epilators are either injurious to the skin, or
are else useless; indeed, most of them are both. It is obvious that
no chemical depilatory can be safe to use, for to prevent the growth
of hair it must destroy the hair root, and as the hair root is placed
deeply in the skin, the chemical has got to deeply destroy the skin
before it can commence its work. We know of many epilators which will
destroy the skin of the face, but not one of them can be trusted even
to injure the hair roots! Then as regards electrolysis, we know it
is frequently used for destroying hairs, but it is not one case in a
hundred that this treatment can benefit. It can permanently remove
half-a-dozen hairs or so, but as to destroying a beard or moustache,
why you would have to have generation after generation of electrolysers
at work before all the hair was destroyed. And even where electrolysis
is practised, a permanent cure is exceedingly uncommon, and the expense
of this treatment is very considerable. But if you cannot permanently
remove unwelcome hairs, you can with ease destroy them temporarily
either by pulling them out or by cutting them down. The latter is by
far the best way of removing superfluous hairs, and is the only way
which is absolutely safe.
J. H. R.—1. Powdered boracic acid is very useful for those who suffer
from excessive perspiration. Another powder consisting of one part
of salicylic acid to ninety-nine parts of powdered silica, is also
frequently used for the same purpose.—2. Liquid ammonia is a very
good preparation with which to soften hard water. Ordinary household
ammonia is quite equal to the various patent preparations. About a
tablespoonful of strong ammonia will soften about twenty gallons of
London water. Failing ammonia, common washing soda is as good as
anything, and is certainly cheap enough for everybody. You can easily
tell if you have added enough of the ammonia or soda to the water by
feeling it with the hand, when the hard feel of ordinary tap water
gives place to the unctuous feel of soft water.
JANET.—It is quite impossible to say what is causing noises in the ear
without a personal interview. Many conditions, some slight, some grave,
produce this symptom, and the necessity for a careful diagnosis is
obvious. We would, therefore, be doing you an injustice to attempt to
“cure” you. You must go to an aurist and get his opinion on the matter.
A course of quinine might do you good, but very likely it would only
make you worse.
ARIEL.—Sarsaparilla is one of those drugs whose action upon the human
organism is practically nil! Indeed, it is not too much to say that, if
taken by a man in any quantities, it will produce no effect whatever.
It is no new remedy; it has been tried and tried, and found wanting.
The decoction of sarsa has a decided action, but it is due to the water
in it, and not to the sarsaparilla!
HENRIETTA.—The symptom you mention is one of the manifestations of the
milder degrees of hysteria. A little rigid mental training would soon
cure you.
INEXPERIENCED.—The best temperature for a working room is between
55° F. and 60° F. For a bedroom, between 50° F. and 55° F. For the
sick-room for ordinary cases, between 55° F. and 65° F. For some
respiratory diseases, the temperature must be kept between 62° F. and
70° F. In these diseases the temperature must be kept constant, great
care being taken that the room does not get cold in the early hours of
the morning.
COUNTRY MOUSE.—Earache is by no means always due to trouble with the
ear. Indeed, pain of any kind is an uncommon symptom of ear disease,
and it is only in acute inflammation of the drum that pain is at
all common. Earache is most often a “referred pain,” that is, it is
a pain in one nerve due to irritation of another nerve connected
with it. This phenomenon of referred pain is exceedingly common. The
nerve which chiefly supplies the skin about the ear is a branch of
the inferior dental nerve, which supplies the sensation to the lower
teeth. Consequently the presence of carious teeth in the lower jaw is
an exceedingly common cause of earache, and is for certain the cause
of the pain which you suffer. You can tell whether pain about the ear
is due to ear trouble or to this referred pain, because in the former
case the pain is deeply seated, whereas in referred pain the pain is
situated in the skin about the ear. Moreover, in this latter case the
skin about the ear may be acutely tender.
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MISCELLANEOUS.
MRS. C——S.—You give no pseudonym. In the Annotated Bible there is a
note on this subject which points out that Nahash may have been another
name of Jesse, the father of David. The ancient Jews are said to have
thought that Abigail and Zeruiah were daughters of David’s mother by
Nahash, King of Ammon, before her marriage with Jesse, as it is not
said they _were daughters of Jesse_ anywhere, although they are called
sisters of David. All this is, however, conjectural. Nahash means a
serpent.
ANNA MARIA.—1. You would require a proper butter-mould for it.—2. It is
never proper to shorten words, such as “cd.,” “wld.,” “wk.” for work,
or “tly.” for truly, at least in writing letters. If your time be so
limited, it is better to put off writing your letter till you have more
time. Such abbreviations are only intended for business men, and are
wholly unnecessary in polite letter-writing.
DOWDNEY.—We have not heard of any lady veterinary surgeons, nor do we
find that there is any opening for their education as yet. Why spell
Britain as “Brittian”? The rest of your letter is quite correct. The
Royal College of Veterinary Surgeons is at 10, Red Lion Square, W.C.
Write and inquire of the Secretary.
OPEN SESAME.—We think the best plan is to go to a good and trustworthy
hairdresser, if you have determined to have your hair dyed, but we
will give you an old-fashioned hair “restorer” or “darkener,” as
follows:—rust of iron, 1 drachm, old ale, strong and unsweetened,
1 pint, oil of rosemary, 12 drops. Put this mixture into a bottle, cork
very loosely, agitate it daily for ten or twelve days, then after an
hour’s waiting, decant the clear portion for use. Rain water may be
substituted for the ale if you wish it. This mixture will ironmould
linen clothes.
PETITE.—1. It is very difficult to deal with a scratched surface of
leather. A kid-restorer will sometimes answer the purpose, or one of
the creams sold for Russia leather. White of egg will also act as a
restorer, and you might stain the scratches with a green paint.—2. As
to your second question, we are of opinion that you would do best by
joining the University Correspondence College, 32, Red Lion Square,
W.C., particularly as you live so far from London. You could write for
terms.
EFFIE.—The loosened back of your book could only be tightened by a
binder, and perhaps not even by him, unless he took the back off, when
it could be done.
LONELY ONE.—Judging from your letter and its story only, we should say
you were very well rid of such a half-hearted lover. And now, we think
that at twenty-six, with a delightful profession to occupy you, you
ought to be a thankful and happy girl. Throw yourself into your work
with your whole heart. Discourage all repining and sorrowful thoughts;
be resolute and determined, until your mind shall gain strength and its
normal power again. Take plenty of fresh air and exercise, and look
only on the sunny side of life. God helps those who help themselves;
and He will help you to a happy life.
E. B. H.—We should think that your weight was about normal, if tall
for your age. Has anyone been teasing you about it? Don’t mind, you
can practise how to preserve a good temper under difficulties. The
name Emma is of very ancient date. It comes from the Latin _amata_,
signifying loved; and was used as a name of honour in the days of
ancient Rome, when it was bestowed on the newly-consecrated vestal by
the high priest. It is neither ugly nor common, so far as we can see.
You have been taking “chaff” too seriously.
MURIEL.—We suppose that the stains on the teacups are caused by tea;
if so, rubbing them well with salt will take them off; and they will
sometimes come off when merely scraped with a knife.
ANNIE.—A housemaid in a gentleman’s house would need three cotton
dresses, half-a-dozen linen, and half-a-dozen lawn or muslin aprons,
and a good black gown for afternoon wear. If you are one of two or
three maids, you are under the upper housemaid, and she will instruct
you in your duties. These would differ in every house respectively.
AYESHA.—Your writing is very fairly good. The blue velveteen must
be cleaned with benzine, or some French chalk, which take out the
grease—the latter rubbed in on the wrong side.
FLORENCE.—Lawyer is a general term which comprehends attorneys,
solicitors, barristers, and advocates. A barrister is a councillor,
qualified and admitted to plead at the Bar, and to take upon him the
defence of clients. He is also a conveyancer. An attorney-at-law is an
officer of a court of law, legally qualified to prosecute and defend
actions in such court, on the retainer of clients. He answers to the
solicitor in Chancery, and the proctor in Ecclesiastical and Admiralty
courts, and all are comprehended under the general term lawyer.
C. H. M. B.—1. If calling on a lady living with her brother, you would
leave two of your husband’s cards.—2. The lady herself, in calling on
you, would, of course, leave cards for her brother.
FLOSS.—1. We are much obliged by your kind expression of opinion
concerning our paper.—2. The only way to improve your writing is to go
back to copies and improve each letter as it comes.
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[Transcriber’s Note—the following changes have been made to this text.
Page 710: tho to those—“those made of”.
Page 713: soverigns to sovereigns—“Nine hard sovereigns”.
Page 714: Anne to Ann—“to cook and Ann”.
Page 720: you to your—“your husband’s cards”.]