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Updated: June 7, 2025
"The novels are well read, so are the social essays and the bits of gossiping biography; but dry chapters of exploration, science, discovery, and politics are tasted, and no more: the first page or two may be opened, and the rest as often as not are uncut. And as they come to Brentwood, so, but for myself, they would go away.
Law and order were passing away, and passing away, I must confess, among the slum people and the upper classes. Organized labour still maintained perfect order. It could well afford to it had plenty to eat. I remember the afternoon at the club when I caught Halstead and Brentwood whispering in a corner. They took me in on the venture.
"A fine woman, too," said Captain Brentwood. "I'd have called her a little coarse, myself," said Desborough. "One of the finest, strangest sights I ever saw in my life," resumed Captain Brentwood, "was on the morning I came to take possession. None of the family were left but Murtagh Donovan and Miss Burke.
"What are they doing to you, Doctor?" said Alice Buckley, NEE Brentwood, coming out of a cabin, and supporting herself to a seat by her husband and son. "Why," replied the surgeon, "Hamlyn knocked me down just in a moment of victory, but his nefarious project has failed, for I have kept possession of my cards. Play, Buckley."
It struck my eye, the first time I went to Brentwood, like a melancholy comment upon a life that was over. A door that led to nothing, closed once, perhaps, with anxious care, bolted and guarded, now void of any meaning. It impressed me, I remember, from the first; so perhaps it may be said that my mind was prepared to attach to it an importance which nothing justified.
Dignified, white-haired, beautiful, dominant in her home and clubs, charming to her guests; but he could just fancy how she would raise her lorgnette and look "Bonnie" Brentwood over. There would be no room in that grand house for a girl like Bonnie. Bonnie! How the name suited her!
If they are on the road, I hope they won't hurry themselves." Our old friends were just now disposed in the following manner: The Major was at home. Mary Hawker was staying with him. Doctor Mulhaus and Halbert staying at Major Brentwood's, while Captain Brentwood was away with Sam and Tom Troubridge to Sydney; and, having been absent some weeks, had been expected home now for a day or two.
The elderly banker in the opposite section was nodding over his newspaper; and the newly married ones were oblivious, each to all else but the other. Mrs. Brentwood was apparently sleeping peacefully three seats away; and Penelope was invisible. "There was a time when I should have begged hard for something more, Elinor; but now I'm willing to take what I can get, and be thankful.
"'Then, said William, 'Son of God, shine upon me'; and immediately the sun in the elements shone out of a dark cloud so full in his face that he was constrained to look another way; whereat the people mused because it was so dark a little time before." Brentwood lay within a district on which the hand of the Queen fell heavier than elsewhere.
A moment later the younger sister made a discovery, or thought she did. "Why, Elinor Brentwood!" she said. "I do believe you are crying!" Elinor's smile was serenity undisturbed. "What a vivid imagination you have, Nell, dear," she scoffed. Then she changed the subject arbitrarily: "Is mother quite comfortable?
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