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Updated: September 17, 2025
John Brand was not much over fifty, but he was tired out in mind and body; and his soul was bitter within him. A year before this date he had been still the nominal owner of a small freehold farm between Pengarth and Carlisle, bordering on the Threlfall property. But he was then within an ace of ruin, and irreparable calamity had since overtaken him.
I think Faversham would like to see you. There are some strange things being said. Preposterous things! The hatred is extraordinary." The two men eyed each other gravely. Boden added: "I have been telling your mother that I think I shall go over to Threlfall for a bit, if Faversham will have me." Tatham wondered again.
"Don't try to go too quick." The tone was serious. "Too quick! I make no way at all," he protested, his look clouding. Tatham rode slowly along the Darra, the little river which skirted his own land and made its way at last into that which flowed beneath the Tower. He was going to Threlfall, but on his way he was to call at Green Cottage and deliver a note from his mother.
Sir Jasper Threlfall had chosen for their patient a private establishment in Ealing, owned and managed by a friend of his, a place for the treatment of morphia mania, opium-eating, and alcoholism. To all intents and purposes, as Logotheti had told Margaret, Charles Feist might as well have been in gaol.
By what shabby arts had the mean and grasping fellow now installed at Threlfall ever succeeded in obtaining a hold over a being so refined, so fastidious and to all appearances so high-minded, as Lydia Penfold? To refuse Harry and decline on Claude Faversham! Victoria acknowledged indeed a certain pseudo-Byronic charm in the man.
Faversham entered, accompanied by the senior solicitor to the Threlfall estate and by old Dixon, shaking with nervousness, in a black Sunday suit. Chairs had been provided. They took their seats. Tatham cleared his own table. "No need!" said the solicitor, a gentleman with a broad, benevolent face slightly girdled by whiskers. "It's very short!"
Lady Tatham slipped the slightest look at Lydia. "Not at all. Faversham was awfully useful. I must see what can be done. He can't stay on at that place." "You never go to Threlfall?" Mrs. Penfold addressed her hostess. "Never," said Lady Tatham quietly. "Mr. Melrose is impossible." "I should jolly well think he is!" said Tatham; "the most grasping and tyrannical old villain!
Augustin Threlfall, that Cabinet Minister made notorious by his encounters with the Women's Franchise Union. Last year Miss Maud Blackadder had stalked him in the Green Park and lamed him by a blow from her hunting-crop. This year his wife, Lady Victoria Threlfall, had headed the June raid on the House of Commons.
The influence of his Eton tutor had made him a Christian of a simple and convinced type; and his mother's agnosticism had never affected him. But he and she never talked of religion. Nothing arrived from Threlfall the following day during the morning. After luncheon, Victoria announced her intention of going to call on the Penfolds.
Faversham is our man. I must see Faversham at once, and set him to work! If I find him, I will report the result to you, Mrs. Melrose so far by luncheon time." He departed, to ring up the Threlfall office in Pengarth and inquire whether Faversham could be seen there. Victoria left the room with him. "Have you forgotten these rumours of which Undershaw wrote you?" "What, as to Faversham?
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