A Romantic Young Lady

You may want to change fonts if these characters render as ? or boxes on your monitor. If your system allows for it, hovering over them will show a transliteration. Other notes follow the text here . " Mr. Grant is nothing if not entertaining—nothing if not subtle. Himself a clever analyst, he defies analysis. "— The University . MR. GRANT'S NOVELS. THE KNAVE OF HEARTS. 1 vol. 12mo. $1.50. "It is a companion to 'The Confessions of a Frivolous Girl,' being the autobiography of a young man who devotes himself to the profession of heart-breaking. The various species of American female flirts are amusingly and clearly sketched by a few light but powerful strokes, and this, together with the simple yet surprisingly successful methods employed to make the girls' acquaintance, to lead them gently on to the brink of the precipice, and then to drop them, instantaneously and utterly, makes the book a veritable 'flirt's vade mecum.'"— The Argonaut. AN AVERAGE MAN. 1 vol. 12mo. $1.50. "There is a good strong purpose throughout the story. The style is rapid and bright."— Life. THE CONFESSIONS OF A FRIVOLOUS GIRL. 1 vol. 16mo. $1.25. "The greatest social literary hit of the year."— Chicago Tribune. "A screaming success."— Saturday Review. "Clever and piquant sketches—refreshing spirit and vivacity."— Harper's Magazine. A ROMANTIC YOUNG LADY. 1 vol. 12mo. $1.50. Mr. Grant's latest work, and in many respects his best. Sold by booksellers. Sent, postpaid, on receipt of price by the publishers , TICKNOR & COMPANY, Boston . A ROMANTIC YOUNG LADY BY ROBERT GRANT AUTHOR OF "THE CONFESSIONS OF A FRIVOLOUS GIRL," "AN AVERAGE MAN," "THE KNAVE OF HEARTS," ETC. BOSTON TICKNOR AND COMPANY 1886 Copyright, 1886 , By Ticknor and Company . All rights reserved. University Press: John Wilson and Son, Cambridge. CONTENTS Innocence. 7 Sophistication. 71 (Un)common Sense. 221 INNOCENCE. I. My mother died in giving me birth. My father was a very rich man, a railway magnate, so called, absorbed in great business enterprises. Thus it happened that I was brought up between two fires,—my father's sister, Aunt Agnes; and my mother's sister, Aunt Helen. Aunt Agnes was prim but cultivated. She wrote for reviews and wore eye-glasses, and her library table was habitually littered with pamphlets and tomes. On the other hand, Aunt Helen was a neat, dapper little woman, who lived in a gem of a house and delighted…