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Miser Farebrother: A Novel (vol. 2 of 3)
MISER FAREBROTHER.
A Novel.
BY B. L. FARJEON,
AUTHOR OF "GREAT PORTER SQUARE," "GRIF," "IN A SILVER SEA,"
"THE HOUSE OF WHITE SHADOWS," ETC.
IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. II.
LONDON:
WARD & DOWNEY,
12, YORK STREET, COVENT GARDEN.
1888.
[Dramatic rights protected and reserved.]
PRINTED BY
KELLY AND CO., GATE STREET, LINCOLN'S INN FIELDS, W.C.;
AND MIDDLE MILL, KINGSTON-ON-THAMES.
CONTENTS.
| CHAP. | PAGE | |
| I.— | Jeremiah Pamflett asserts Himself | 1 |
| II.— | Arcades Ambo | 17 |
| III.— | Miser Farebrother welcomes Phœbe's Friends | 26 |
| IV.— | A Sacred Promise—Won by Guile | 39 |
| V.— | Tom Barley commences a New Life | 49 |
| VI.— | The First Night of "A Heart of Gold" | 63 |
| VII.— | Diplomatic Fanny | 78 |
| VIII.— | The Poor Author's Home | 97 |
| IX.— | What the Newspapers Said of "A Heart of Gold" | 108 |
| X.— | Hidden Treasure | 124 |
| XI.— | Miser Farebrother gives Jeremiah a Warning | 131 |
| XII.— | A Little Party in Captain Ablewhite's Rooms | 145 |
| XIII.— | Jeremiah discovers a "System" by which he must make a large Fortune | 160 |
| XIV.— | A Daughter's Duties | 174 |
| XV.— | Phœbe is still further Entrapped | 190 |
| XVI.— | The Engagement Ring | 208 |
| XVII.— | Dark Clouds are Gathering | 222 |
| XVIII.— | O Rare Tom Barley! | 236 |
| XIX.— | A Visit to Doncaster and its Results | 251 |
MISER FAREBROTHER.
CHAPTER I.
JEREMIAH PAMFLETT ASSERTS HIMSELF.
The innocent fun and gaiety at the tea-table were long afterward remembered. There was an animated discussion as to who should take the head of the table. Phœbe wanted Aunt Leth to do so, but Fanny interfered, and said no one should sit there but Phœbe.
"It is Phœbe's day," persisted the light-hearted girl, "and something unlucky will happen if she doesn't pour out the tea. Mr. Cornwall, come and court me at the bottom of the table."
"Didn't you say it was Miss Farebrother's day?" said Fred, as he took his seat next to the young hostess. He was not wanting in resource, and rather enjoyed Fanny's badinage.
The table was much more plentifully supplied than Phœbe expected, and she cast many grateful glances at Mrs. Pamflett, who had certainly taken pains to do honour to the occasion. Mrs. Pamflett received these tokens of gratitude gravely and quietly; no one would have supposed that her mind was occupied by any other consideration than the comfort of her young mistress's guests. But nothing escaped her secretly watchful eyes; every word, every look, every little attention from Fred Cornwall to Phœbe was carefully noted and treasured up.
A merrier meal was never enjoyed; the buzz of conversation was delightful to hear. Phœbe was the quietest, Fanny the noisiest. Suddenly she became quite still, and gazed pensively at Fred Cornwall.
"A penny for your thoughts," said he.
"They are yours at the price," she replied, holding out her hand for the penny. "I am feeling very sorry for you."
"Why?"
"Because I am convinced you would be much happier if you were at this moment shelling peas with a