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It was a warm afternoon in the beginning of July warm everywhere; and particularly so in the house of Master Robert Altham, the patty-maker, who lived at the corner of Saint Martin's Lane, where it runs down into the Strand. Shall we look along the Strand? for the time is 1372, five hundred years ago, and the Strand was then a very different place from the street as we know it now.
There was great joy among the people, and everybody detested the cruel uncle. The people made songs about him, and sang them under his windows. James Annesley was now called Lord Altham. But before the young lord came into possession of his title and his property, he was taken ill and died. I am glad that we live in better times. Children are not kidnapped and sold now.
Mr Altham looked doubtful. "Well! we have talked thereof, I and my maids; but no certain end was come to thereabout." "That is it which the lady has heard. "Pray you, come within, and let us talk thereon at our leisure. The varlet, as he was then called, followed Mr Altham into the shop. Aralet is a contraction of this word.
"Ay, Uncle," said Amphillis, with a smile; "this is my Lord elect of York, and he is pleased to say that my father was his kinsman." "And if it serve you, Master Altham," added the Archbishop, "I would fain have a privy word with you touching this my cousin." Mr Altham's reply was two-fold. "Saints worshipped might they be!" was meant in answer to Amphillis.
Mr Altham gave his niece some good advice, along with a handsome silver brooch, a net of gold tissue for her hair, commonly called a crespine or dovecote, and a girdle of black leather, set with bosses of silver-gilt.
Alexandra rose when the varlet made his appearance. She did not keep a heart, and she did keep a large stock of vanity. She was consequently quite ready to throw over Clement Winkfield as soon as ever a more eligible suitor should present himself; and her idea of mankind ranged them in two classes such as were, and such as were not, eligible suitors for Alexandra Altham.
I am ill-set to judge of maids: they be kittle gear." "Forsooth, they be so!" assented Mr Altham, with a sigh: for his fair and wayward Alexandra had cost him no little care before that summer afternoon. "And to speak truth, Master Tynneslowe, I would not be sorry to put the maid forth, for she is somewhat a speckled bird in mine house, whereat the rest do peck. Come within!"
When he was about thirteen years old, his father died. Then Jemmy Annesley became Lord Altham in place of his father; but his uncle Richard, who was a cruel man, took Jemmy's property, and called himself Lord Altham. The wicked uncle was afraid that people would find out that Jemmy was alive, and he sent a man to see where the boy was.
James Annesley, the eldest son, having married the daughter of the Earl of Rutland, and having been constituted heir of all his father's English real property, and a great part of his Irish estates, the old earl became desirous of establishing a second noble family in the sister kingdom, and succeeded in procuring the elevation of his second son Altham to the Irish peerage as Baron Altham of Altham, with remainder, on failure of male issue, to Richard his third son.
Surely it was not possible that Mr Altham had known, far less shared, the dishonesty of his daughter? She could not have believed her uncle capable of such meanness. "Sent to mine uncle?" seemed all that she could utter. "Ay, but thine uncle, as I heard say, was away when the messenger came, and he saw certain women of his house only."
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