Mr. Crewe's Career — Complete. Winston Churchill
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Winston Churchill
Mr. Crewe's Career — Complete
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664563408
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. THE HONOURABLE HILARY VANE SITS FOR HIS PORTRAIT
CHAPTER II. ON THE TREATMENT OF PRODIGALS
CHAPTER III. CONCERNING THE PRACTICE OF LAW
CHAPTER V. THE PARTING OF THE WAYS
CHAPTER VII. THE LEOPARD AND HIS SPOTS
CHAPTER VIII. THE TRIALS OF AN HONOURABLE
CHAPTER IX. Mr. CREWE ASSAULTS THE CAPITAL
CHAPTER X. “FOR BILLS MAY COME, AND BILLS MAY GO”
CHAPTER XII. Mr. REDBROOK'S PARTY
CHAPTER XIII. THE REALM OF PEGASUS
CHAPTER XIV. THE DESCENDANTS OF HORATIUS
CHAPTER XV. THE DISTURBANCE OF JUNE SEVENTH
CHAPTER XVI. THE “BOOK OF ARGUMENTS” IS OPENED
CHAPTER XVII. BUSY DAYS AT WEDDERBURN
CHAPTER XVIII. A SPIRIT IN THE WOODS
CHAPTER XIX. MR. JABE JENNEY ENTERTAINS
CHAPTER XX. MR. CREWE: AN APPRECIATION (1)
CHAPTER XXI. ST. GILES OF THE BLAMELESS LIFE
CHAPTER XXII. IN WHICH EUPHRASIA TAKES A HAND
CHAPTER XXIII. A FALLING-OUT IN HIGH PLACES
CHAPTER XXIV. AN ADVENTURE OF VICTORIA'S
CHAPTER XXVI. THE FOCUS OF WRATH
CHAPTER XXVII. THE ARENA AND THE DUST
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE VOICE OF AN ERA
CHAPTER XXIX. THE VALE OF THE BLUE
By request of one who has read thus far, and is still curious.
BOOK 1.
CHAPTER I. THE HONOURABLE HILARY VANE SITS FOR HIS PORTRAIT
I may as well begin this story with Mr. Hilary Vane, more frequently addressed as the Honourable Hilary Vane, although it was the gentleman's proud boast that he had never held an office in his life. He belonged to the Vanes of Camden Street—a beautiful village in the hills near Ripton—and was, in common with some other great men who had made a noise in New York and the nation, a graduate of Camden Wentworth Academy. But Mr. Vane, when he was at home, lived on a wide, maple-shaded street in the city of Ripton, cared for by an elderly housekeeper who had more edges than a new-fangled mowing machine. The house was a porticoed one which had belonged to the Austens for a hundred years or more, for Hilary Vane had married, towards middle age, Miss Sarah Austen. In two years he was a widower, and he never tried it again; he had the Austens' house, and that many-edged woman, Euphrasia Cotton, the Austens' housekeeper.
The house was of wood, and was painted white as regularly as leap year. From the street front to the vegetable garden in the extreme rear it was exceedingly long, and perhaps for propriety's sake—Hilary Vane lived at one end of it and Euphrasia at the other. Hilary was sixty-five, Euphrasia seventy, which is not old for frugal people, though it is just as well to add that there had never been a breath of scandal about either of them, in Ripton or elsewhere. For the Honourable Hilary's modest needs one room sufficed, and the front parlour had not been used since poor Sarah Austen's demise, thirty years before this story opens.
In those thirty years, by a sane and steady growth, Hilary Vane had achieved his present eminent position in the State. He was trustee for I know not how many people and institutions, a deacon in the first church, a lawyer of such ability that he sometimes was accorded the courtesy-title of “Judge.” His only vice—if it could be called such—was in occasionally placing a piece, the size of a pea, of a particular