English fiction -- 19th century; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Mystery fiction; Smugglers -- Fiction
"As to Sir Richard, I thought he was going frantic. You know what he
is. 'Zounds! Sir Parson,' he cried, starting up in his turn, 'do you
wish me dead? Is it not enough that the young lady should first become
Mistress Blake-Gordon? Am I so old and useless as to be wished out
of the world for the sake of my son's aggrandisement?'--and so on.
Marston pacified him at last, protesting that he had only said
Mistress Blake-Gordon; or that, if he had not, he had meant to say it.
And now, goodnight, my dear, for I don't care to keep my horses
standing longer in the cold. When are you coming to stay at Greylands'
Rest?"
"Whenever you like to invite me, Uncle James. I wish you could get
papa over for a week. It would give him rest: and he has not appeared
to be well of late. He seems full of care."
"Of business, my dear; not care. Though, of course, undertakings such
as his must bring care with them. You propose it to him; and come with
him: if he will come for anybody's asking, it is yours."
"You will give my love to Ethel; and----"
Castlemaine, stooping to kiss her, arrested the words with a whisper.
"When is it to be, Mary Ursula? When shall we be called upon to
congratulate Mistress Blake-Gordon? Soon?"
"Oh uncle, I don't know." And she laughed and blushed, and felt
confused at the outspoken words: but in her inmost heart was as happy
as a queen.
CHAPTER II.
THE GREY LADIES.
A romantic, picturesque fishing village was that of Greylands, as
secluded as any English village can well be. Stilborough was an inland
town; Greylands was built on the sea-coast. The London coaches, on
their way from Stilborough to the great city, would traverse the
nearly three miles of dreary road intervening between the town and the
village, dash suddenly, as it were, upon the sea on entering the
village, and then turn sharply off in its midst by the Dolphin Inn,
and go on its inland road again. As to London, it was so far off, or
seemed so in those quiet, non-travelling days, that the villagers
would as soon have expected to undertake a journey to the moon.
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