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Updated: May 3, 2025
Hinton Church is beautifully placed on the left of this by-way which, on its way to Tarrant Gunville, presently passes Eastbury Park, a mile to the north. Only a fragment of the once famous house is left. The original building was a magnificent erection comparable with Blenheim, and built by the same architect Vanburgh for George Dodington, one time Lord of the Admiralty.
"Mr Vanburgh, we have agreed to be friends, but I should like to hear, as a preliminary measure, exactly your definition of the term. What is a friend?" Gervase's eyes twinkled and his lips twitched beneath his moustache, but he made a gallant attempt at seriousness, and replied "A friend is a comrade who is faithful not only in words, but in deeds.
I hoped that you might feel inclined to give a subscription, and can assure you that any sum which you may decide to give " To her dismay, the benevolent expression upon the watching face disappeared, as she spoke, to give place to one of suspicion and distrust. Mr Vanburgh moved himself on his pillows, so as to face her more fully, and stared at her fixedly, beneath frowning brows.
I don't know quite what you mean by `flirting, unless it is giggling and making eyes, as some idiotic girls do; and I am quite sure that I am in no danger of following their example!" "You know perfectly well, Nan, that it means much more than that; and Mr Vanburgh is a man of the world, and understands exactly to what you are lending yourself.
Lots of girls, I hope the right sort, with plenty of fun in them, and pony-carriages of their own, in which they can drive us about!" "We don't know a single thing about them, and can't find out. The man is called Vanburgh, which is all right so far as it goes, but whether he is married or a bachelor " "Of course he is married! A bachelor would never dare to take a house like the Grange.
Gervase Vanburgh put back his head, and stared at her with a scrutiny which was not without a touch of cynicism; but the eager face he met was at once so frank and so honest, that the sneer faded from his lips and gave place to a smile. "Yes," he said slowly, "there is a great difference. I cannot imagine two people more unlike. You are complete contrasts in every respect."
We knew, of course, that you were ill, but we never thought it was as bad as that." "We! Who are we?" Mr Vanburgh's fingers closed over her hand, and he held it firmly in his own, while he gazed at her with a gentleness of mien before which Nan's resolution died a sudden death. "My my sisters!" she stammered humbly. "Oh, Mr Vanburgh, forgive me. I'm Nan Rendell.
Perhaps you remember my scrawly writing, with long tails to the letters? We were dreadfully disappointed that Mr Vanburgh had no daughters, for we have not many friends of our own age, but he tried to console us by saying that you were coming to pay him a visit.
She was merely concerned to see that the last remains of powder were wiped away, and, being satisfied on this point, smiled at Mr Vanburgh in friendly fashion. "That's better!" he said cheerfully. "I begin to recognise you again. I have seen you only from a distance so far, but I seem to know you very well. You are `Nan, you say, and you are what number three, I suppose?
Tell me his name, so that I may know what to call him." Gervase looked at her curiously. The eager face was without a suspicion of embarrassment, but it coloured over with a quick flush of surprise as she listened to his reply. "His name," Gervase said slowly, "you have heard before. His name is Vanburgh!"
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