The Last of the Mortimers: A Story in Two VoicesOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Last of the Mortimers: A Story in Two Voices
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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“Do you know,” said I, with a little hesitation, “the family at the
Park--the Miss Mortimers? I should very much like to hear something
about them.”
“There’s nobody I know better, ma’am,” said our companion with a slight
look of surprise; “I’ve been with--that is, I’ve known ’em this fifty
years.”
“Oh, then will you please tell me how they succeeded?” said I; “how did
they come into the estate?”
“How they succeeded?” said the stranger, with a certain slow wonder and
amazement; “why, ma’am, in the natural way, after their father as was
Squire before them.”
Here I could not help thinking to myself that the dissenting clergy must
be dreadfully uneducated, if this were one of them.
“But was there never any gap in the succession?” said I; “has it been in
a straight line? has there been no break lately--no branch of the family
passed over?”
“Bless you, ma’am, you don’t know the Mortimers,” said our friend;
“there’s never enough of them to make branches of the family. There was
a second cousin the young ladies had a many years ago, but I never heard
of no more of them, and he was distant like, and had no more thoughts of
succession than I had. If that gen’lman was alive or had a family,
things might be different now.”
“How do you mean things might be different now?” cried I.
“The ladies, ma’am, has never married,” said the man, who certainly
could not be more than a Methodist local preacher at the utmost, “and,
in the course of nature, there can’t be no natural heir.”
This view of the subject, however, was one totally unsatisfactory to me.
“Are you sure,” said I, “that there never was any other heir spoken
of--that there never was any story about the succession--that there was
never anybody to dispute it with the Miss Mortimers? I thought I had
heard some such story about----”
“Ah, you’re thinking, ma’am, of Eden Hall, just the next property,” said
he.
“But was there never any claimant to the Park?” asked I, somewhat
excited.
“No such thing,” said the man in black, “nor couldn’t be. Bless you, the
family’s well known. There never was so much as a will-case, as I ever
heard on; for why, you see, ma’am, there never was such a plenty of
children to make quarrels. When there’s but two or so, there’s little
can come of quarrelling. No, no! there never was no strange claimant to
our estate.”
“To _your_ estate, did you say?” cried I, in amazement.
“No, ma’am, no--no such presumption. I said _our_, and sure I might;
I’ve been with the ladies this fifty year.”
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