XLVII How Barnabas Found his Manhood.XLVIII In which "The Terror," Hitherto Known as "Four-Legs,"
Justifies his New Name.XLIX Which, being Somewhat Important, is Consequently Short.L In which Ronald Barrymaine Speaks his Mind.LI Which Tells How and Why Mr. Shrig's Case was Spoiled.LII Of a Breakfast, a Roman Parent, and a Kiss.LIII In which shall be Found some Account of the Gentleman's
Steeplechase.LIV Which Concerns itself Chiefly with a Letter.LV Which Narrates Sundry Happenings at Oakshott's Barn.LVI Of the Gathering of the Shadows.LVII Being a Parenthetical Chapter on Doubt, which, though
Uninteresting, is very Short.LVIII How Viscount Devenham Found him a Viscountess.LIX Which Relates, among other Things, How Barnabas Lost his Hat.LX Which Tells of a Reconciliation.LXI How Barnabas Went to his Triumph.LXII Which Tells How Barnabas Triumphed in Spite of All.LXIII Which Tells How Barnabas Heard the Ticking of a Clock.LXIV Which Shows Something of the Horrors of Remorse.LXV Which Tells How Barnabas Discharged his Valet.LXVI Of Certain Con-clusions Drawn by Mr. Shrig.LXVII Which Gives some Account of the Worst Place in the World.LXVIII Concerning the Identity of Mr. Bimby's Guest.LXIX How Barnabas Led a Hue and Cry.LXX Which Tells How Barnabas Rode Another Race.LXXI Which Tells How Barnabas, in his Folly, Chose the Harder Course.LXXII How Ronald Barrymaine Squared his Account.LXXIII Which Recounts Three Awakenings.LXXIV How the Duchess Made up her Mind, and Barnabas Did the Like.LXXV Which Tells Why Barnabas Forgot his Breakfast.LXXVI How the Viscount Proposed a Toast.LXXVII How Barnabas Rode Homewards, and Took Counsel of a Pedler
of Books.

LXXVIII Which Tells How Barnabas Came Home Again, and How he Awoke for the Fourth Time.

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Barnabas frowned, tore the letter across in sudden fury, and looked up to find Cleone frowning also.

"Man Jack, 't is proud you should be to lie there."

"Oh, sir, I grieve to disappoint you," said she, and rose.

"Let me pass, I warn you!" For a minute they fronted each other, eye to eye.

"But this is murder--positive murder!" cried Mr. Dalton.

Sir Mortimer paused, and with a sudden gesture tore the rose from his coat and tossed it away.

"So you meant to buy me, sir, as you would a horse or dog?"

All at once, Sir Mortimer was on his feet and had caught up a heavy riding-whip.

Barnabas espied a face amid the hurrying throng

CHAPTER I

IN WHICH BABNABAS KNOCKS DOWN HIS FATHER, THOUGH AS DUTIFULLY AS MAY BE

John Barty, ex-champion of England and landlord of the "Coursing Hound," sat screwed round in his chair with his eyes yet turned to the door that had closed after the departing lawyer fully five minutes ago, and his eyes were wide and blank, and his mouth (grim and close-lipped as a rule) gaped, becoming aware of which, he closed it with a snap, and passed a great knotted fist across his brow.

"Barnabas," said he slowly, "I beant asleep an' dreaming be I, Barnabas?"

"No, father!"

"But--seven--'undred--thousand--pound. It were seven--'undred thousand pound, weren't it, Barnabas?"

"Yes, father!"

"Seven--'undred--thou--! No! I can't believe it, Barnabas my bye."

"Neither can I, father," said Barnabas, still staring down at the papers which littered the table before him.

"Nor I aren't a-going to try to believe it, Barnabas."