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"What is to be done with the body?" he asked. "It must be removed somewhere. Sir Geoffrey Kynaston, did you say it was? Dear me! dear me! I knew his sister quite well." "She is not far away," Mr. Thurwell said. "She and my daughter were awaiting luncheon for us on the cliffs yonder, when this horrible thing occurred. Lathon went back to look for her. We were afraid that she might follow us here.
"When at last I saw my son again, I found him grown up, and in his first words he told me boldly that he had espoused his mother's cause, and that he withdrew altogether from his vow of vengeance against Sir Geoffrey Kynaston. I left him in a fury, and almost immediately afterwards came the unexpected news of my accession to the baronetcy of Beaumerville.
Why should he be doomed to wait till Kynaston came to him in the course of nature; why should he not enter upon his kingdom at once, since Sir John, by his own confession, would never marry or live there himself?
Only, unfortunately, I have promised to deliver it in this manner." Mrs. Kynaston was looking at her fixedly; her anger seemed to have died away. "Yes," she said, "it was Monsieur D'Arblet who gave them to you." "That was his name, D'Arblet. I did not like the man; but he bothered me until I foolishly undertook his commission.
"Vera," said Eustace Daintree, coming leisurely up to her through the garden gate, "how on earth do you come to be talking to Sir John; has he been saying anything to you about the chancel?" "Who was it? who did you say?" cried Vera, aghast. "Why, Sir John Kynaston, to be sure. Did you not know it was he?" She was thunderstruck. "Are you quite sure?" she faltered. "Why, of course!
And then and there there came into Vera Neville's mind a thought that, beginning with nothing more than an indistinct and idle fancy, ended in a set and determined purpose. The thought was this: "If Sir John Kynaston ever comes down here, I will marry him." She said it to herself, deliberately and calmly, without the slightest particle of hesitation or bashfulness.
Eccles groaned in silence, but possessed her soul in patience by reason of that change which she knew to be coming over the internal economy of Kynaston Hall.
Her son followed the direction of her eyes, and beheld Vera standing in the doorway that led from the conservatory by his brother's side. Without a word he passed his mother's hand through his arm and led her across the room. "Vera, this is my mother," he said. And Lady Kynaston owned afterwards that she never felt so taken aback and so utterly struck dumb with astonishment in her life.
"No, I am afraid I shall never be asked to Shadonake again," answered the younger man, gloomily. "Why, I thought you and Beatrice forgive me but is it not the case?" "Her parents have stopped all that, Kynaston." "But I am sure Beatrice herself will never let it stop; I know her too well," said Maurice, cheerily. "There are laws in connection with minors," began Mr. Pryme, solemnly.
Thenceforth the Kynastons assumed, not only the Audley arms and the motto, "Blore Heath," but the rising sun of York as their crest. Wild Humphrey was the son of Sir Roger Kynaston, by his wife the Lady Elizabeth, daughter of Henry Gray, Earl of Tankerville, and Lord of Powys.
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