The Argosy . en, having first torn up the note to the LordChamberlain, herself drove to Messrs. Hancock and purchased ahandsome diamond bracelet, which she sent with best wishes fromthe Duke and Duchess of Skye, to Mrs. Alfred Robinson. As to the Jobsons, their consternation was beyond words. Anote from the Duchess declining to present Mrs. and the MissesJobson arrived just before Maud (who had been supposed to bespending the day in London, shopping) and her husband appeared. Treacherous, under-handed minx, and other compliments wereshowered on the bride by her affectionate mother and sisters.
The Argosy . en, having first torn up the note to the LordChamberlain, herself drove to Messrs. Hancock and purchased ahandsome diamond bracelet, which she sent with best wishes fromthe Duke and Duchess of Skye, to Mrs. Alfred Robinson. As to the Jobsons, their consternation was beyond words. Anote from the Duchess declining to present Mrs. and the MissesJobson arrived just before Maud (who had been supposed to bespending the day in London, shopping) and her husband appeared. Treacherous, under-handed minx, and other compliments wereshowered on the bride by her affectionate mother and sisters. Our trains have just come home The bouquets ordered The photographer What will the Joneses say ? And the Browns ? And the Smiths ? We shall never be presented now, and Mrs. Jobson and herdaughters burst into floods of hysterical tears. The Marquis of Eliot took his jilting very calmly. He declined todiscuss the subject with his parents, who became more anxious thanever to see him safely and suitably THE SUMMER NUMBER OF THE ARGOSY. THE BRILLIANT KEEPER. By Mrs. Henry Wood, Author of East Lynne. T T was a comfortable room, even for the West-end of London. It ^ was not the grand drawing-room of the house; it was not the reat dining-room, where Sir Philips patients waited their turn to o in to him ; it was only a small, cozy apartment, with a bright re, easy-chairs, and generally plenty of litter. For a wonder it as tidy now; nothing was on the centre table except Lady nnesleys desk, at which she sat writing—a plain, pleasant woman f forty, wearing weeds yet. The late Sir Robert, a popular and uccessful physician, had risen in the world and earned his baronetcy; but this had been his second wife. [ On a low sofa, near the fire, sat an old lady—a cheerful, nice oldlady, in spite of her blindness and her eighty-four years. She wouldtell you, could you speak to her, that God had seen fit to take herdear son. Sir Robert, but she had been spared. Upon her lap wasa bag ma
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