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Egerton, she still inflicted no positive wrong on her relations, for she had none sufficiently near to her to warrant their claim to the succession. Her nearest kinsman, and therefore her natural heir, was Harley L'Estrange; and if he was contented, no one had a right to complain. The tie of blood between herself and the Leslies of Rood Hall was, as we shall see presently, extremely distant.
He went in with them, and when Blake had shaved and dressed, proposed that they should go on together as far as the hotel. To this Blake gave a sullen acquiescence, and they whirred away to the North Side. But instead of stopping at the hotel, their cab sped on out to the Lake Shore Drive. Lord James coolly explained that he intended to take his friend to the door of the Leslies.
Walter Hammond, unlike his friend, was a strong, bright, merry little fellow, never a day in the house or away from school; but he was very fond of Harry all the same. Walter had only two sisters and then a baby- brother, all of whom were rather young for him to play with, so he spent a great deal of his leisure time in the Leslies' nursery.
There was obviously something wrong, but she could not imagine what it was. "Yes," she said, "I called him Cyril. Why shouldn't I?" Colston and his wife joined the group, while the driver looked on from the wagon and the Leslies from the stoop. Prescott and the girl stood a little distance apart and Muriel was sensible of a nervous shiver.
Meanwhile the family were already out of doors, in waiting; and just as the bell ceased, the procession moved from the shabby house to the dilapidated church. The church was a large one, but the congregation was small, and so was the income of the parson. It was a lay rectory, and the great tithes had belonged to the Leslies, but they had been long since sold.
But amongst his many liberal actions, there was none which seemed more worthy of panegyric than the generous favour he extended to the son of his wife's poor and distant kinsfolk, the Leslies of Rood Hall. Some four generations back, there had lived a certain Squire Leslie, a man of large acres and active mind.
The conversation, of which he was the eavesdropper, was carried on by fits and starts. First a sentence would be delivered by one of the Leslies; then would ensue a pause as though for a reply, inaudible to any but the interlocutors themselves; then another sentence; and so on, like a man at a telephone.
The floor was as white and clean as strong arms with an abundance of soap and hot water could scrupt it, the walls and ceiling were neatly papered with "Harper's Weeklies," and "Frank Leslies," other papers concealed the roughness of the table and shelves, white sheet and pillow-cases had given the cot an air of inviting neatness, and before it lay a square of rag carpet.
"I can't understand the thing." "Nor I," replied Jernyngham. "Is this the man you wrote to us about?" "Of course!" said Colston stupidly. "I thought he was Cyril; so did we all. We had no cause to doubt it." Jernyngham turned in fury to the Leslies. "Who is the fellow?" he demanded. Prescott braced himself. "I'll answer that Jack Prescott. Mr. Colston stayed at my homestead."
Leslie's place, Rood Hall. Do you know, Mother?" MRS. HAZELDEAN. "I can't say I do. The Leslies don't mix with the county; and Rood lies very much out of the way." FRANK. "Why don't they mix with the county?" MRS. HAZELDEAN. "I believe they are poor, and therefore I suppose they are proud; they are an old family."
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