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And you are the first of your line who has blurred the family escutcheon. Dukes' daughters have entered Catheron Royals as brides. It was left for you to wed a soap-boiler's daughter!" Thus Lady Helena Powyss, of Powyss Place, to her nephew, Sir Victor Catheron, just one fortnight after that memorable night of his wife and heir's coming home.
He lay upon a low sofa the room was partially darkened, but even in that semi-darkness she could see that he looked quite as ghastly and bloodless this morning as he had last night. She paused about half way down the room and spoke: "You wished to see me, Sir Victor Catheron?" Cold and calm the formal words fell. "Edith!"
The folly of her past is doing its work, as all our follies past and present are pretty sure to do. Late in the afternoon of a September day Sir Victor Catheron, of Catheron Royals, brought home his wife and son. His wife and son! The county stood astounded. And it had been a dead secret. Dreadful! And Inez Catheron was jilted? Shocking! And she was a soap-boiler's daughter? Horrible!
"I am glad Sir Victor Catheron can remember the old times, can still recall his mother, has a slight regard left for Catheron Royals, and am humbly grateful for his recollection of his gypsy cousin. From his conduct of late it was hardly to have been expected." "It is coming," thinks Sir Victor, with an inward groan; "and, O Lord! what a row it is going to be.
Charley Stuart might would, beyond doubt forget her and marry, but she would go to her grave, her whole heart his. They reached New York; and there were many kindly partings and cordial farewells. Lady Catheron and her two servants drove away to an up-town hotel, where rooms had been engaged, and all the papers duly chronicled the distinguished arrival.
I heard Miss Inez answer: 'Not all the soap-boilers' daughters in England shall send me from Catheron Royals. You may go to-morrow if you will, but I will never go, never! With that she went away, and my lady shut the door upon her. I did not want her to see me there, when she turned round, so I slipped out of another door, and downstairs.
It must be that latent insanity cropping up. The young man must simply be mad. Marsh, the housekeeper, and Mr. And if both husband and wife were very pale, very silent, and very nervous, who is to blame them? Sir Victor had set society at defiance; it was society's turn now, and then there was Inez! For Lady Catheron, the dark, menacing figure of her husband's cousin haunted her, too.
Let it be the work of the coroner and his jury to discover the terrible secret, to bring the wretch to justice. And it is the duty of every man and woman in Chesholm to aid, if they can, that discovery." From Tuesday's Edition. The inquest began at one o'clock yesterday in the parlor of the Mitre Inn, Lady Helena Powyss, of Powyss Place, and Miss Inez Catheron being present.
"He was engaged the other Sir Victor, I mean to his cousin, a Miss Inez Catheron pretty name, isn't it? and, it seems, was afraid of her. She was a brunette, dark and fierce, with black eyes and a temper to match." A bow of acknowledgment from Miss Darrell. "As it turned out, he had good reason to be afraid of her.
"The ball was held at the De Rooyter house, up the avenue, in honor of their distinguished English guests, Lady Helena Powyss, of Powyss Place, Cheshire, and Sir Victor Catheron, of Catheron Royals, Cheshire. How grand the titles sound! My very pen expands as it writes those patrician names. Lady Helena. Oh, Dithy! how delicious it must be to be, 'My Lady! "What did I wear, you ask?
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