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VOL. XIII.—JULY TO DECEMBER, 1873
HENRY S. KING & CO.,
CONTENTS OF VOL, XIII.
Ambuscade, The. By Austin Dobson
Chiromancy. By A. Eubule-Evans
67, 195, 287, 390, 535, 639
Daughters of Eve, The, and the Poet of “Paradise Lost." By an Irre.
Diane de Lys” at the Princess's Theatre. By Matthew Browne
Finding the Way at Sea. By Richard A. Proctor, B.A., F.R.A.S.
. . 259
Herbert, George, as a Lover of Nature. A Letter to the Editor
Joint-Education of Women and Men, A Lady Orator on the. By A.
Hunter . . . . . . . . . . . 309
Mill's, Mr., Autobiography, and Mr. Fitzjames Stephen on “Liberty,” &c.,
By Henry Holbeach . . . . . . . . . 686
SAINT PAULS MAGAZINE.
A QUEER SUPPER PARTY.
“ Conspirators may sup as well as Emperors,
And with about an equal appetite."
DRURY LANE had not seen so great a sensation since it last was burnt down, as the appearance of two gentlemen in the box of the mysterious lady known as Lily Page. A dramatic critic who happened to have a stall, rushed out, chartered a hansom, and sought his editor in Fleet Street. That illustrious journalist, though just giving directions as to a leader to be written on the imminent probability of a European war, thought this matter so much more weighty, that he drove off to the theatre at once. There was the heroine of the hour, attended by two cavaliers : and Mr. Thornleigh, accustomed to interviews with ministerial people, recognized Conyers at once. But who was the other? Mr. Thornleigh was sure he had seen him somewhere. Mr. Carington's, as we know, was not public but social distinction; he was not a man to be seen at the House, or at race-courses, or even at fashionable parties on a vast scale ; those who got him to their smallest and choicest gatherings, deemed themselves fortunate.
The editor went into the saloon to see if any lounger could yield him information, and was lucky enough to meet an old acquaintance, an attaché detached, a novelist, spiritualist, journalist, and a dozen other things of ist-ending, a man as brilliant as a meteor, and as mad as a March hare. Him accosting, the secret was out at once.
“ That's Carington,” says Roderick Deseret. “ The Carington ?"
“ The same. I suppose the girl's his mistress. He has only just come back to London, I hear, which would account for her going about alone. Isn't she handsome ?”