In the Springtime of Love. By Iza Duffus Hardy. (C.
Arthur Pearson. 6s.)—This might well have been one of the novels which Mrs. Wititterly loved, and which Kate Nickleby had the pleasure of reading to her. Everything is very nice and fashion- able. So we read :—" She was looking her loveliest in a big black `picture hat,' the graceful curves of her girlish figure set off by a becoming dress of some soft clinging black-and-white flowered material. In the springtime of her years surely life should have been all roses to her. But in every budding rose of love there lurks a thorn "—are there thorns in rosebuds?—" and already the passion-flower was insiduously [sic] entwining in her wreath." We have seen this sort of thing before; and we have also seen what is Miss Ditifus Hardy's surprise,—a " Claimant" If A takes B's name and becomes engaged to C, what is C to do when A is found out? That is the problem which the reader of this novel may or may not be able to solve.
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