Portrait of Bertha H. Buxton

Bertha H. Buxton

From the Wings

Tinsley Bros., 1880. 3 vols.

Primrose Hill at seven o'clock on a balmy July morning! The kitchen fires of the surrounding houses are scarcely alight as yet. There is no smoke to mar the wide prospect which stretches fair and clear on every side. Clare, tremulously happy, is thankful to steady herself by casual remarks upon the extensive view..."That is the wonderful dome of St. Paul's," she says, pointing towards the heavy stone cupola, so clearly defined against the pearl-grey eastern sky.

"And that huge pile straight ahead? It looks like a bulky overmasted ship."

"That is the Langham Hotel," says Clare promptly. "Do you know, I used the very words you did when I asked what the place was. Is that not strange?"

Harold and Clare have been reunited after 'three terrible years of separation,' blamed on 'that infernal old ruffian' Lord Vestrume.

They run down Primrose Hill hand-in-hand, these gay young lovers; and an idle policeman crossing their path smiles grimly as he looks after them. "Poor youngsters," he mutters. "They's got the work of the world afore them, they has, they'll find it precious 'ard by-and-by, no doubt."