Books with author Mrs. Humphry

In this 1897 volume, her only book, MRS. C. E. HUMPHRY (1851-1920) describes for readers the ideal man, not merely in temperament, but in his ability to conduct himself as a gentleman in proper Edwardian society. Covering many common occasions-including walking down the street, smoking, riding a horse, attending dinner parties, eating at a restaurant, getting married, and, of course, speaking with royalty-this peculiar rule book will greatly amuse modern readers with its rundown of the enormous number of slight missteps that could condemn one to shunning by polite society. Though few lessons here are still applicable to today's casual culture, Manners for Men remains a curious glimpse into society at the turn of the 20th century.

In this 1897 volume, her only book, MRS. C. E. HUMPHRY (1851-1920) describes for readers the ideal man, not merely in temperament, but in his ability to conduct himself as a gentleman in proper Edwardian society. Covering many common occasions-including walking down the street, smoking, riding a horse, attending dinner parties, eating at a restaurant, getting married, and, of course, speaking with royalty-this peculiar rule book will greatly amuse modern readers with its rundown of the enormous number of slight missteps that could condemn one to shunning by polite society. Though few lessons here are still applicable to today's casual culture, Manners for Men remains a curious glimpse into society at the turn of the 20th century.

"Eleanor" by Mrs. Humphry Ward. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.

Not a Britisher to be seen—or scarcely! Well, I can do without 'em for a bit! And the Englishman whose mind shaped these words continued his leisurely survey of the crowded salon of a Tyrolese hotel, into which a dining-room like a college hall had just emptied itself after the mid-day meal. Meanwhile a German, sitting near, seeing that his tall neighbour had been searching his pockets in vain for matches, offered some. The Englishman's quick smile in response modified the German's general opinion of English manners, and the two exchanged some remarks on the weather—a thunder shower was splashing outside—remarks which bore witness at least to the Englishman's courage in using such knowledge of the German tongue as he possessed. Then, smoking contentedly, he leant against the wall behind him, still looking on. He saw a large room, some seventy feet long, filled with a miscellaneous foreign crowd—South Germans, Austrians, Russians, Italians—seated in groups round small tables, smoking, playing cards or dominoes, reading the day's newspapers which the funicular had just brought up, or lazily listening to the moderately good band which was playing some Rheingold selection at the farther end. To his left was a large family circle—Russians, according to information derived from the headwaiter—and among them, a girl, apparently about eighteen, sitting on the edge of the party and absorbed in a novel of which she was eagerly turning the pages. From her face and figure the half savage, or Asiatic note, present in the physiognomy and complexion of her brothers and sisters, was entirely absent. Her beautiful head with its luxuriant mass of black hair, worn low upon the cheek, and coiled in thick plaits behind, reminded the Englishman of a Greek fragment he had admired, not many days before, in the Louvre; her form too was of a classical lightness and perfection. The Englishman noticed indeed that her temper was apparently not equal to her looks. When her small brothers interrupted her, she repelled them with a pettish word or gesture; the English governess addressed her, and got no answer beyond a haughty look; even her mother was scarcely better treated

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"He ought to be here," said Lady Tranmore, as she turned away from the window. Mary Lyster laid down her work. It was a fine piece of church embroidery, which, seeing that it had been designed for her by no less a person than young Mr. Burne Jones himself, made her the envy of her pre-Raphaelite friends. "Yes, indeed. You made out there was a train about twelve." "Certainly. They can't have taken more than an hour to speechify after the declaration of the poll. And I know William meant to catch that train if he possibly could." "And take his seat this evening?"

'Let us be quite clear, Aunt Pattie—when does this young woman arrive?' 'In about half an hour. But really, Edward, you need take no trouble! she is coming to visit me, and I will see that she doesn't get in your way. Neither you nor Eleanor need trouble your heads about her.' Miss Manisty—a small elderly lady in a cap—looked at her nephew with a mild and deprecating air. The slight tremor of the hands, which were crossed over the knitting on her lap, betrayed a certain nervousness; but for all that she had the air of managing a familiar difficulty in familiar ways.