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Without one word of explanation, Catherine stepped up to him, and spoke first. "Answer me this," she said "have you told Captain Bennydeck who I am?" "Not yet." The shortest possible reply was the only reply that he could make, in the moment when he first looked at her. She was not the same woman whom he had last seen at Sandyseal, returning for her lost book.
Her mind was still pursuing its own sad course of inquiry; she was wondering in what part of England Sandyseal might be; she was asking herself if the Nuns at the old moated house ever opened their doors to women, whose one claim on their common Christianity was the claim to be pitied when she heard Linley's footsteps approaching the door.
I was then quite unprepared for an event which has happened, since that affliction befell me. Prepare yourself to be surprised. Our old moated house at Sandyseal, in which we have spent so many happy holidays when we were schoolfellows, is sold.
The one hotel in the place, and the few cottages which let lodgings, are crammed, as I hear, and the speculative builder is beginning his operations at such a rate that Sandyseal will be no longer recognizable in a few months more.
"Sit down," said Mrs. Presty. "If you are determined to make a serious business of it if you insist on my justifying myself you are to be pitied for not possessing a sense of humor, but you shall have your own way. I am put on my defense. Very well. You shall hear how my divorced daughter and my poor little grandchild were treated at Sandyseal, after you left us."
"You will be almost as sorry as I was to hear this; and you will be quite as surprised as I was, when I tell you that Sandyseal Place has become a Priory of English Nuns, of the order of St. Benedict. "I think I see you look up from my letter, with your big black eyes staring straight before you, and say and swear that this must be one of my mystifications.
"Having reminded you of this, I may next tell you that Sandyseal Place was my mother's property. It formed part of her marriage portion, and it was settled on my father if she died before him, and if she left no female child to survive her. I am her only child. My father was therefore dealing with his own property when he ordered the house to be sold. His will leaves the purchase money to me.
In another moment he had dismissed that remembrance, and could trust himself to return to Sydney. "If you find that Sandyseal confirms your first impression," he said, "let me know it in time, so that I may make arrangements for a longer stay. I have only taken the rooms here for a fortnight." "Thank you, Herbert; I think a fortnight will be long enough." "Long enough for you?" he asked.
Situated at the innermost end of a dull little bay, Sandyseal so far as any view of the shipping in the Channel was concerned might have been built on a remote island in the Pacific Ocean. Vessels of any importance kept well out of the way of treacherous shoals and currents lurking at the entrance of the bay.
The one hotel in Sandyseal was full, from the topmost story to the ground floor; and by far the larger half of the landlord's guests were invalids sent to him by the doctors. To persons of excitable temperament, in search of amusement, the place offered no attractions.
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