Englefield Grange; or, Mary Armstrong's TroublesPaull, H. B., Mrs.
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Englefield Grange; or, Mary Armstrong's Troubles
Paull, H. B., Mrs.
Fiction
Within, the house was equally attractive. A large hall occupied the
centre of the building, its lofty dimensions reaching to the roof, and
lighted by tall narrow windows which faced the entrance gates. From this
hall, doors and a noble staircase led to other apartments, the
dining-room and drawing-room occupying a similar space at the back. In
the former room, a few days after the marriage of Arthur Franklyn to
Fanny Halford, a family party were assembled at breakfast. From a deep
oriel window, with its lattice and diamond panes open to the sweet
perfumed air of spring, could be seen, not only gardens, shrubberies,
and a richly wooded park, but a distant prospect of hill and valley,
field and meadow, equalled, no doubt, but not often surpassed in our
fertile island.
The furniture of the room, though suited to its antique architecture,
wore an appearance of brightness which the light though simple morning
attire of some of its occupants greatly increased.
The party consisted of three ladies, a gentleman in the prime of life,
and a youth of sixteen. The eldest of the ladies, though pale and
delicate, appeared almost too youthful to be the mother of the two girls
of seventeen and nineteen who sat at the table by her side.
The younger of them had the _Times_ newspaper in her hand, and appeared
to be deeply engaged in examining its first column. The elder presided
at the breakfast-table.
"Well, Dora," said her father, "what have you found in the paper
interesting enough to make you oblivious to the fact that your breakfast
is getting cold?"
"Why, papa," she replied, laughing, "I am not particularly interested,
but puzzled with the advertisement of a wedding. The house of the
bride's father has the same name as ours,--at least, not exactly; but
listen, papa.
"'On the 6th instant, at the parish church, Kilburn, Arthur Leigh
Franklyn, Esq., solicitor, of Clement's Inn, London, and Brook House,
Clapton, to Frances Clara, only daughter of Dr. Halford, Englefield
Grange, Kilburn.'"
"Halford's daughter married!" exclaimed the earl, for such he was;
"truly indeed time flies: it seems but the other day that he and I were
travelling together on the Continent, and studying men and manners."
"Oh, papa, I remember now. Dr. Halford was your tutor. I thought I had
heard the name; but how came his house to be called Englefield Grange?"
"A liberty rather, I should say," remarked the young heir to the title
and estate, Lord Robert, Viscount Woodville.
"My _friend_ James Halford," said Earl Rivers, with a stress upon the
word, "intended it as a compliment, Robert, yet he waited for my
father's permission before he named his house Englefield Grange. My
conscience smites me for having neglected him so long. I must pay them a
visit this season while we are in London."
"I have heard your mother speak of Dr. Halford," said Lady Rivers; "did
he not marry your sister's governess?"
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