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He is actually our principal excitement in this dull opera season; though, for my own part, when I think of the poor girl in England, I am a great deal more ready to despise him than to laugh at him." "You know the Elmslies then?" "Intimately. The other day my mother wrote to me from England, after having seen Ada. This escapade of Monkton's has outraged all her friends.
All the particulars of the fatal duel which I had gleaned from the French newspaper in Monkton's room at Naples recurred vividly to my memory. The suspicion that I had felt when I looked into the outhouse became a certainty as I listened to the old monk's last words.
I thought I recognized the dark, eager eyes, the colorless cheeks, the strangely-vigilant, anxious expression which I remembered in past times as characteristic of Alfred Monkton's face, and was about to question my friend on the subject, when he gave me unasked the information of which I was in search. "That is Alfred Monkton," said he; "he comes from your part of England. You ought to know him."
These are the verses, if verses they deserve to be called: When in Wincot vault a place Waits for one of Monkton's race When that one forlorn shall lie Graveless under open sky, Beggared of six feet of earth, Though lord of acres from his birth That shall be a certain sign Of the end of Monkton's line.
On the faith of the prophecy I told you that Stephen Monkton's body was unburied, and you found that it was unburied" if he said this, what use would it be for me to reply, "These are only strange coincidences after all?" The more I thought of the task that lay before me, if he recovered, the more I felt inclined to despond.
The manuscript had been found among the papers of Monsieur Foulon, Mr. Monkton's second, who had died at Paris of a rapid decline shortly after returning to his home in that city from the scene of the duel. The document was unfinished, having been left incomplete at the very place where the reader would most wish to find it continued.
May I inquire if any obstacles will be thrown in our way should the late Mr. Monkton's nephew wish to remove his uncle's body to the family burial-place in England?" "Where is this nephew?" asked the father superior. "He is now awaiting my return at the town of Fondi." "Is he in a position to prove his relationship?" "Certainly; he has papers with him which will place it beyond a doubt."
The one other member of this, the elder branch of the family, who was then alive, was Mr. Monkton's younger brother, Stephen. He was an unmarried man, possessing a fine estate in Scotland; but he lived almost entirely on the Continent, and bore the reputation of being a shameless profligate. The family at Wincot held almost as little communication with him as with their neighbors.
Intimate, however, they certainly were, and one result of the constant interchange of visits between the two families in due time declared itself: Mr. Monkton's son and Mrs. Elmslie's daughter became attached to each other.
Stephen Monkton's death. When I gave the newspaper back to Alfred he was too much agitated to speak, but he reminded me by a sign that he was anxiously waiting to hear what I had to say. My position was a very trying and a very painful one.
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