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This Nathaniel Bacon was a newcomer in Virginia young man who had been entered in Gray's Inn, who had traveled, who was rumored to have run through much of his own estate. He had a cousin, also named Nathaniel Bacon, who had come fifteen years earlier to Virginia "a very rich, politic man and childless," and whose representations had perhaps drawn the younger Bacon to Virginia.
I think it was about this time that I saw a little scene which much impressed me, and which often recurs to my memory. We that is, Mr. Montresor, and my Aunt Gainor and I of a Saturday afternoon rode over by the lower ferry and up Gray's Lane, and so to Mr. Hamilton's country-seat. "The Woodlands," as it was called, stood on a hill amid many beautiful trees and foreign shrubs and flowers.
But Gray's behavior had cast a shadow upon the party which even Mollie's empty light-hearted chatter was powerless to dispel, and when, shortly after midnight, Sir Lucien drove Rita home to Prince's Gate, they were very silent throughout the journey. Just before the car reached the house: "Where does Mrs. Sin live?" asked Rita, although it was not of Mrs. Sin that she had been thinking.
"Well, you be waiting in the little hall, right of Gray's dressing-room at seven-thirty to-night and you might as well bring the creams with you." Catch on, Mag? At seven-thirty in the evening I was waiting; but not in the little hall of Gray's dressing-room. I hadn't gone home at all after the afternoon performance you know we play at three, and again at eight-thirty.
"Let's get everything in order," said Starmidge, with a glance at Polke. "To begin with, who is Mr. Hollis?" "Mr. Frederick Hollis, solicitor, 59B South Square, Gray's Inn," replied Simmons promptly. "Andwell & Hollis is the name of the firm but there isn't any Andwell hasn't been for many a year he's dead, long since, is Andwell. Mr. Hollis is the only proprietor."
Gray's thirty thousand dollars where he could put his hand upon it at any time he pleased. "I know what you mean by them words. Of course you are too big a man and too rich to go into business with me, but I know some who aint. I'll show them Grays that they aint so great as they think for." "Have you so soon forgotten what that letter said?" inquired the colonel.
"Now, we positively do assert, that there is nothing better than these stanzas in the whole compass of the noble minor's volume. Gray's Ode to Eton College should really have kept out the ten hobbling stanzas on a distant view of the village and school at Harrow.
They drove to a shabby street beyond the British Museum in the neighbourhood of the Gray's Inn Road, and she stopped the cab at the corner. "They don't like you to drive up to the door," she said. They were the first words either of them had spoken since getting into the cab. They walked a few yards and Mildred knocked three times, sharply, at a door.
"No, indeed!" cried Dotty, eagerly, and feeling that she was on safe ground, for she loved babies dearly, and was always patient with them. "I don't know but Harriet was envious of Mrs. Gray's little boy, because he had nicer things to eat than she had." "Well, it ought to have nicer things, mamma, 'cause it hadn't any teeth." "And she got tired of running after him."
There was destined to be a still longer break in the work which had been going on in Judge Calvin Gray's library than was intended. He and his assistant had barely resumed their labours after the Christmas house-party when the Judge was called out of town for a period whose limit when he left he was unable to fix.
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