{"product_id":"2940149764327","title":"Sonia: Between Two Worlds","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER  PAGE\u003cbr\u003eI.    The Stranger within our Gates  11\u003cbr\u003eII.    The Making of an Englishman  59\u003cbr\u003eIII.    Bertrand Oakleigh  123\u003cbr\u003eIV.    Sonia Dainton  187\u003cbr\u003eV.    Loring  229\u003cbr\u003eVI.    The Years of Carnival  292\u003cbr\u003eVII.    The Five Days  325\u003cbr\u003eVIII.    Dead Yesterday  359\u003cbr\u003eIX.    The Making of an Englishwoman  395\u003cbr\u003eX.    Amid the Blaze of Noon  420\u003cbr\u003eXI.    Watching for the Dawn  442\u003cbr\u003eXII.    Unborn To-Morrow  462\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt the age of three-and-twenty Charles Templeton, my old tutor at Oxford, set himself to write a history of the Third French Republic. When I made his acquaintance some thirty years later he had satisfactorily concluded his introductory chapter on the origin of Kingship. At his death, three months ago, I understand that his notes on the precursors of Charlemagne were almost as complete as he desired. \"It is so difficult to know where to start, Mr. Oakleigh,\" he used to say, as I picked my steps through the litter of notebooks that cumbered his tables, chairs and floor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMagnis componere parva. I am sensible of a like difficulty in attempting to sketch for the benefit of an eight-weeks-old godson the outlines of a world that was clattering into ruins during the twelve months anterior to his birth. Even were I desirous of writing a social history of England for the last thirty years, I should be placing myself in competition with men more able and better equipped than I am to describe the politics, the diplomacy, the economics, the art and the social habits of the past generation. It is wiser to attempt nothing so comprehensive, but to limit myself to those facets of English life which I have been compelled—nolens volens—to study. Others will come after me to tell the story in its entirety; the utmost I attempt to record is circumscribed, personal reminiscence.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf, therefore, this book ever find favour in the eyes for which it was written, it will be because I have set narrow limits to my task and confined myself resolutely to those limits. For thirty years I have lived among what the world has agreed loosely to call \"the Governing Classes.\" The title may already be obsolescent; sentence of proscription may, as I write, have been passed on those who bear it. At the lowest computation those classes will soon have changed beyond recognition in personnel, function, power and philosophy. This book may then perhaps have something of historical value in portraying a group of men and women who were at the same time my personal friends and representative of those Governing Classes in politics, journalism, commerce and society. I have drawn them as I saw them, without attempting to select or label predominant types. And if there be blank spaces on my canvas, it is to be remembered that I only set out to paint that social group with which I happened to be brought in contact.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCharles Templeton's difficulty in determining his initial date is in smaller degree my difficulty. I could give long introductory accounts of David O'Rane's wanderings before he reached England, or of Jim Loring's boyhood in Scotland, or the early phases of the Dainton fortunes. To do so, however, would involve a sacrifice of the unities of time and place; and when the work was done I should be left with the feeling that it would have been better done at first hand by O'Rane himself, or Lady Loring, or Sir Roger Dainton. It is equally difficult to know where the final line is to be drawn. Nearly a year has already passed since the events recorded in the last chapter, yet that same chapter brings no sort of finality to the career of O'Rane, and, should another hand care to use them, the materials for another volume are rapidly accumulating.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI place my first chapter in the late summer of 1898, my last in August 1915. Neither date has been arbitrarily chosen.","brand":"Bronson Tweed Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47068101378288,"sku":"2940149764327","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940149764327_p0.jpg?v=1763722812","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940149764327","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}