The Grey Lady

The Grey Lady

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THE GREY LADY BY HENRY SETON MERRIMAN.

"The dog that snapt the shadow, dropt the bone."
CONTENTS
BOOK THE FIRST
I. TWO IN THE FIELD. II. A MAN DOWN. III. A SEA DOG. IV.
PURGATORIO. V. THE VALLEY OF REPOSE. VI. AN ACTOR
PASSES OFF THE STAGE. VII. IN THE STREET OF THE PEACE.
VIII. THE DEAL. IX. CUT FOR PARTNERS. X. THE GAME
OPENS. XI. SHIPS UPON THE SEA. XII. A SHUFFLE. XIII. A
CHOICE. XIV. A QUATRE. XV. DON QUIXOTE. XVI. BROKEN.
BOOK THE SECOND
I. BITS OF LIFE. II. A COMPACT. III. BAFFLED. IV. FOR THE
HIGHEST BIDDER. V. THE TEAR ON THE SWORD. VI. THE
COUNT STANDS BY. VII. A VOYAGE. VIII. A GREAT FIGHT. IX.
THE EDITOR'S ROOM. X. THE CURTAIN LOWERS. XI.
"MILKSOP". XII. THE END OF THE "CROONAH." XIII. AT
D'ERRAHA AGAIN. XIV. THE COUNT'S STORY.

BOOK THE FIRST.

CHAPTER I
. TWO IN THE FIELD.
Qui n'accepte pas le regret n'accepte pas la vie.
The train technically known as the "Flying Dutchman," tearing through
the plains of Taunton, and in a first-class carriage by themselves, facing

each other, two boys.
One of these boys remembers the moment to this day. A journey
accomplished with Care for a travelling companion usually adheres to
the wheels of memory until those wheels are still. Grim Care was with
these boys in the railway carriage. A great catastrophe had come to
them. A FitzHenry had failed to pass into her Majesty's Navy. Back and
back through the generations--back to the days when England had no
navy--she had always been served at sea by a FitzHenry. Moreover,
there had always been a Henry of that name on the books. Henry, the
son of Henry, had, as a matter of course, gone down to the sea in a ship,
had done his country's business in the great waters.
There was, if they could have looked at it from a racial point of view,
one small grain of consolation. The record was not even now
snapped--for Henry had succeeded, Luke it was who had failed.
Henry sat with his back to the engine, looking out over the flat
meadow-land, with some moisture remarkably like a tear in either eye.
The eyes were blue, deep, and dark like the eastern horizon when the
sun is setting over the sea. The face was brown, and oval, and still. It
looked like a face that belonged to a race, something that had been
handed down with the inherent love of blue water. It is probable that
many centuries ago, a man with features such as these, with eyes such
as these, and crisp, closely curling hair, had leaped ashore from his
open Viking boat, shouting defiance to the Briton.
This son of countless Henrys sat and thought the world was hollow,
with no joy in it, and no hope, because Luke had failed.
We are told that there shall be two in the field, that the one shall be
taken and the other left. But we have yet to learn why, in our limited
vision, the choice seems invariably to be mistaken. We have yet to
learn why he who is doing good work is called from the field, leaving
there the man whose tastes are urban.
Except for the sake of the record--and we cannot really be expected in
these busy times to live for generations past or yet