PRINTED BY KELLY AND CO., MIDDLE MILL, KINGSTON-ON-THAMES; AND GATE STREET, LINCOLN'S INN FIELDS, W.C. I, 113, 225, 337, 449, 562 An Adventure in the Night Mail. By MRS. ALExander Fraser. (Christmas Number.). 73, 189, 306, 422, 526, 632 Farewell. By the Author of "Miss Molly" 305 56 By EMILIA AYLMER GOWING 276127 Net Fishing in the Killary Bay. By M. C. HOUSTOUN Some Realities of Undergraduate Life. By N. M. T. PAGE 67 518 That Room and its Mystery. By CISSY KENNEDY Alexander. The Mermaid's Kiss. By CECIL MAXWELL-LYTE. (Christmas Number.) 79 LONDON SOCIETY. JULY 1890. A Homburg Beauty. A NOVEL. By MRS. EDWARD KENNARD, Author of "A CRACK COUNTY," "MATRON OR MAID," "KILLED IN THE OPEN," ""THE MYSTERY OF A WOMAN'S HEART," etc., etc. CHAPTER IV. "ONE GREAT PEOPLE OF ZNOBS." IT was nearly half-past six o'clock before they arrived at their destination. Mr. Davidson had previously written, securing rooms at the Hotel de l'Europe, so, leaving Susan to follow in the omnibus with the heavy luggage, he at once stepped into a fly, accompanied by his wife and daughter. The drive proved extremely short, and they were agreeably surprised in this respect. After rattling straight along the Luisen Strasse for a distance considerably under half a mile, they pulled up before a clean and imposing-looking building, possessing in its rear a charming courtyard, green with flowering creepers, spreading trees and standard roses that scented the air with their sweet fragrance. Here they were met by the proprietor, who came hastening to greet them, and who, to Mr. Davidson's no small satisfaction, spoke English with a strong German accent, but surprising fluency. "Ach, yes," he exclaimed, on their mentioning their name. "I remembare. It is Mr. Daveedzon from Manzhester, is it not? Come zis way, if you please." So saying, he pounced upon one or two of the smaller articles which they had brought in the fly, and preceded them down a passage and then up a spacious staircase. But when they had mounted to the first floor, to their dismay he was for ascending still higher. Our stout old people were already panting and gasping for breath. another upward toil was eminently displeasing. accustomed to so many stairs at home. VOL. LVIII. NO. CCCXLIII. The prospect of I |