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Updated: June 15, 2025
Then with infinite caution, Marmaduke de Chavasse worked his way between the trees towards the old wall which encircled his park. The three men obviously would be going back either to Acol Court, or mayhap, straight to the village.
Since that memorable evening when she had thus plighted her troth to him, when she had without a shadow of fear or a tremor of compunction entrusted her entire future, her heart and soul to his keeping, since then she had not seen him. Sir Marmaduke had gone to London, also Mistress de Chavasse, and she had not even caught sight of the weird silhouette of her French prince.
He was vaguely distrustful of cards, for he had oft heard this pastime condemned as ungodly by those with whom he had held converse in his early youth, nevertheless it did not occur to him that there might be anything wrong in a game which was countenanced by Sir Marmaduke de Chavasse, whom he knew to be an avowed Puritan, and by the saintly lady who had been the friend of ex-Queen Henrietta Maria.
Close to him Adam in a frenzy of restlessness had thrown himself down on the heap; below them a drop of ninety feet to the seaweed covered beach. "Let me see the papers," quoth Adam impatiently. "Gently, gently, kind sir," said de Chavasse lightly. "Did you think that you could dictate your own terms quite so easily?" "What dost thou mean?" queried the other.
So he put his nag back to foot space, and thus the much-diminished little party slowly walked back to Acol Court. What had prompted Editha de Chavasse to return thus alone to the Quakeress's cottage, she herself could not exactly have told. It must have been a passionate and irresistible desire to heap certainty upon a tangle of horrible surmises.
"You will join us in a bowl of sack-posset, Master Lambert," said Mistress de Chavasse, striving to be amiable. "You are very kind," he said none too genially, "in about half-an-hour if you will allow me. There is another letter yet to write." No one had taken much notice of him. Even in these days when kingship and House of Lords were abolished, the sense of social inequality remained keen.
It was, therefore, quite natural that he should suppose her no whit less poor than Sir Marmaduke de Chavasse or the other neighboring Kentish squires whose impecuniousness was too blatant a fact to be unknown even to a stranger in the land.
De Chavasse was not often seen even in this village: he seldom went beyond the boundary of his own park. All the men touched their forelocks with deferential respect. Master Jeremy Mounce humbly whispered a query as to what His Honor would condescend to take. Sir Marmaduke desired a mug of buttered ale or of lamb's wool, which Master Mounce soon held ready for him.
The next moment de Chavasse had lifted the latch of the gate, crossed the short flagged path and now knocked loudly against the front door.
They tried in a most shameful manner it appears, to implicate Sir Marmaduke and Mistress de Chavasse in their disgrace, but as the former very pertinently remarked, "How could he, a simple Kentish squire have aught to do with a smart London club? and people of such evil repute as the Endicotts could of a truth never be believed."
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