Margery Travers. By A. E. N. Bewicke. (Hurst and Blackett.)—
Miss Bewicke is one of the best of the second-rate novelists. She does not write too much, she does write carefully, and she tells a story so as to interest the reader, if not very deeply, enough to make him read the book right through. In the present instance, her heroine is perhaps a little too reckless to be so successful a schemer, and the pretty Italian girl, who is the most injured of many victims in the novel, is a little too much idealised. We cordially like the American heiress, Lottie Spluck, and are grateful to Miss Bewicke for letting her recover from the threatened consumption, which, for so frightfully overworked an expedient in fiction, is admirably used, and with novel effect ; and we are very glad that the virtuous hero, after having been cruelly jilted by Margery Travers. marries the kindly, sweet-natured, original little Yankee girl. The vicious hero is good enough for Margery, and though he is penitent, and also married, at the end of the third volume, we have no doubt they plague each other a good deal, in that nntravelled country to which people in novels retire after the honeymoon.
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