The Faith Doctor. Eggleston Edward

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066192198

Table of Contents

       I. THE ORIGIN OF A MAN OF FASHION.

       II. THE EVOLUTION OF A SOCIETY MAN.

       III. A SPONTANEOUS PEDIGREE.

       IV. THE BANK OF MANHADOES.

       V. THE ARRIVAL OF THE HILBROUGHS.

       VI. PHILLIDA CALLENDER.

       VII. THE LION SOIRÉE.

       VIII. IN AVENUE C.

       IX. WASHINGTON SQUARE AND ELSEWHERE.

       X. BROKEN RESOLVES.

       XI. IN THE PARK.

       XII. PHILIP.

       XIII. MRS. FRANKLAND.

       XIV. MRS. FRANKLAND AND PHILLIDA.

       XV. TWO WAYS.

       XVI. A SÉANCE AT MRS. VAN HORNE'S.

       XVII. A FAITH CURE.

       XVIII. FAITH-DOCTOR AND LOVER.

       XIX. PROOF POSITIVE.

       XX. DIVISIONS.

       XXI. MRS. HILBROUGH'S INFORMATION.

       XXII. WINTER STRAWBERRIES.

       XXIII. A SHINING EXAMPLE.

       XXIV. THE PARTING.

       XXV. MRS. FRANKLAND'S REPENTANCE.

       XXVI. ELEANOR ARABELLA BOWYER.

       XXVII. A BAD CASE.

       XXVIII. DR. BESWICK'S OPINION.

       XXIX. MILLARD AND RUDOLPH.

       XXX. PHILLIDA AND PHILIP.

       XXXI. A CASE OF BELIEF IN DIPHTHERIA.

       XXXII. FACE TO FACE.

       XXXIII. A FAMOUS VICTORY.

       XXXIV. DOCTORS AND LOVERS.

       XXXV. PHILLIDA AND HER FRIENDS.

       XXXVI. MRS. BESWICK.

       XXXVII. DR. GUNSTONE'S DIAGNOSIS.

       XXXVIII. PHILIP'S CONFESSION.

       XXXIX. PHILIP IMPROVES AN OPPORTUNITY.

       XL. THE RESTORATION.

       XLI. AS YOU LIKE IT.

      THE FAITH DOCTOR.

I.

       THE ORIGIN OF A MAN OF FASHION.

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      It was the opinion of a good many people that Charles Millard was "something of a dude." But such terms are merely relative; every fairly dressed man is a dude to somebody. There are communities in this free land of ours in which the wearing of a coat at dinner is a most disreputable mark of dudism.

      That Charles Millard was accounted a dude was partly Nature's fault. If not handsome, he was at least fine-looking, and what connoisseurs in human exteriors call stylish. Put him into a shad-bellied drab and he would still have retained traces of dudishness; a Chatham street outfit could hardly have unduded him. With eyes so luminous and expressive in a face so masculine, with shoulders so well carried, a chest so deep, and legs so perfectly proportioned and so free from any deviation from the true line of support, Millard had temptations to cultivate natural gifts.

      There was a notion prevalent among Millard's acquaintances that one so versed in the lore and so deft in the arts of society must belong to a family of long standing; the opinion was held, indeed, by pretty much everybody except Millard himself. His acquaintance with people of distinction, and his ready access to whatever was deemed desirable in New York, were thought to indicate some hereditary patent to social privilege. Millard had, indeed, lines of ancestors as long as the