I propose to wait till Sunday, on the chance that Mr. Crum may write again. If we don't hear from him, I shall start for Scotland on Monday morning, and take my chance of finding my way to Miss Silvester, through Mrs. Glenarm." "Leaving me behind?" "Leaving you behind. Somebody must stay with Blanche. After having only been a fortnight married, must I remind you of that?" "Don't you think Mr.

One of these bosses of highly columnar basalt occurs between Portrush and Bushmills, not far from Dunluce Castle, another at Scawt Hill, near Glenarm, and a third at Carmoney Hill above Belfast Lough.

On our route from Belfast to the Giant's Causeway, we passed through several towns, of little importance now, though of some historical note such as Carrickfergus, Larne, and Glenarm. This last is a beautifully situated town, with a pleasant little bay, which usually affords a safe shelter for shipping on a coast somewhat renowned for wrecks and disasters.

I trow the woman's the canny string o' the twa and we'll een try the twanging of her." He set forth on his road back again, to search among the company at the lake for Mrs. Glenarm.

Glenarm that she had no rivalry to dread, on the one easy condition that she engaged to make Geoffrey repair the evil that he had done. "Marry him without a word against it to dread from me so long as he unsays the words and undoes the deeds which have thrown a doubt on the marriage of Arnold and Blanche."

"Tell me the worst." Mrs. Glenarm decided to risk it. "Have you never heard," she asked, "that Mr. Brinkworth might possibly have committed himself with another lady before he married Miss Lundie?" Her ladyship first closed her eyes in horror and then searched blindly on the counterpane for the smelling-bottle. Mrs.

Give me the glass." Hopkins produced an elegant little hand-mirror. Lady Lundie carefully surveyed herself in it down to the margin of the bedclothes. Above criticism in every respect? Yes even when the critic was a woman. "Show Mrs. Glenarm up here."

Glenarm rightly reported by Bishopriggs as having privately taken refuge from her anonymous correspondent at Swanhaven Lodge was, musically speaking, far from being an efficient substitute for Mrs. Delamayn.

Delamayn, how thoughtless of me to assail you with my family worries! You are so sympathetic. That is my only excuse. Don't let me keep you from your guests. I could linger in this sweet place forever! Where is Mrs. Glenarm?" "I really don't know. I missed her when we came out on the terrace. She will very likely join us at the lake. Do you care about seeing the lake, Lady Lundie?"

Having opened the campaign in this masterly manner, the same sagacious foresight had distinguished the operations of Bishopriggs throughout. His correspondence with Mrs. Glenarm was invariably written with the left hand the writing thus produced defying detection, in all cases, as bearing no resemblance of character whatever to writing produced by persons who habitually use the other hand.