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In my time there have been three generations of Greyles. The first one I knew was this Squire's grandfather, old Mr. Stephen Greyle: he died when I was a girl in my 'teens. He had three sons and no daughters.
But," she added, with a shake of the head which seemed to mean a good deal more than the smile, "he doesn't often come here. This is almost the only house in Scarhaven that doesn't belong to the Greyle estate. This house, and the land round it, have belonged to the Wooler family as long as the rest of the place has belonged to the Greyles.
He had already gathered sufficient knowledge of Scarhaven to know that this man was the Squire, the master of the old house and grey ruin in the wood above the cliff; he also happened to know, being something of an archaeologist and well acquainted with family histories, that there had been Greyles of Scarhaven for many hundred years.
Oliver was that of course! and on the other hand, Marston Greyle is not a common name. Did you ever hear the name before, Mr. Copplestone?" "Only in connection with your own family I have read of the Greyles of Scarhaven," replied Copplestone. "But, after all, I suppose it is not confined to your family. There may be Greyles in America. Well it's all very queer," he went on, as he rose to leave.
I never heard of anybody called Greyle except at Scarhaven." "The present Mr. Greyle came from America," said Copplestone. "I know, of course," she answered. "But I never met any Greyles out there. Bassett Oliver may have done, though. I know he toured in a lot of American towns I only went to three New York, Chicago, St. Louis.
"Here is remarkable news!" said Mrs. Greyle as she went back to her chair. "Lord Altmore called to tell me of something that he thought I ought to know. It is almost unbelievable, yet it is a fact. Marston Greyle if he is Marston Greyle! has offered to sell Lord Altmore the entire Scarhaven estate, by private treaty. Imagine it! the estate which has belonged to the Greyles for five hundred years!"
In the old days, Greyles and Altmores used to fight over their boundaries, and " Mrs. Greyle suddenly showed herself again and looked at her daughter. "Will you come here, Audrey?" she said. "You gentlemen will excuse both of us for a few minutes?" Mother and daughter went away, and the two young men drew up their chairs to the table at which Mr.
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