Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
"I am truly glad, dear grandfather!" she answered bravely, "and proud
to know that I am of so much nearer kin than I could have dreamed
possible to one whose name is so well known and honoured in all the
country-side. But prithee tell me, sweet mother, how this can be
true, an it will not too greatly vex you to speak of it?"
"I have but been waiting to first assure myself of my father's
forgiveness," said Lady Bryn Afon, "e'er telling you this early part
of my history, which I will now in few words relate, having in deep
sorrow confessed my sin, and received his most loving and noble
pardon. You know, doubtless, my daughter, that many of my young,
girlish days were spent at Caer Caradoc, where an old friend of my
mother's was housekeeper to the present Sir Ivor Meredith's father,
and to whose charge my own dear father oft spared me for a time, that
I might enjoy change of air and scene, fearing, in his goodness of
heart, lest my life with him in our lonely cottage by the river were
at times wearisome for one so young and light-hearted as I. There I
met, far more frequently than I e'er confessed, the young heir of
Bryn Afon, for he was very friendly with the sons of the late Sir
Ivor, more especially with him who now bears the title, and he was
wont to spend many hours with them at the castle. And besides this
he spent, upon occasion, some days or weeks at Bryn Afon itself, and,
unknown to my father, we met often by the riverside in the haunts of
our childhood; and so he grew dearer to me, and I to him, than either
of us dreamed at the first. I was young and wilful, and ere I knew
what I was doing had promised to be his wife. His father was then
dead, and there were none to control his wishes, but I knew well that
my father would sternly forbid me to dream of one so far above me in
station; so in our youthful haste, and love that would brook no
denial, we escaped together from Caer Caradoc by means of the secret
passage to Bryn Afon Castle, during the absence of Sir Ivor's family,
and thence to London, where we were married. So I entered upon my
wedded life in disobedience to the best and kindest of fathers, and
upon a life of acts of secrecy and deception, which, begun to deceive
my father, have needs been ever since continued to deceive my husband
and save my child. So do our sins follow us! At the time of our
flight through the secret passage I had no thought of being looked
upon, when my disappearance became known, as a victim in my curiosity
to its dark dangers, and had the full intent ere long to confess to
my father what I had done, and comfort him to the best of my power by
assuring him what great love my husband and I bore to each other, and
what tenderness I received from him; but at the first I had not
courage for my confession, and when, later, my troubles came thick
upon me, and the knowledge of the curse blighted all my hopes of
happiness, I was thankful when by chance I learned that I had long
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