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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Forwarded from Beaupark," Winterfield said to himself. He opened the letter read it carefully to the end thought over it and read it again. "Father Benwell!" he said suddenly. The priest put down the newspaper. For a few moments more nothing was audible but the steady tick-tick of the clock. "We have not been very long acquainted," Winterfield resumed.
"I will look at the newspaper while you read your letters." Winterfield carelessly gathered the letters together, tossed them on the dining table at his side, and took the uppermost one of the little heap. Fate was certainly against the priest on that evening. The first letter that Winterfield opened led him off to another subject of conversation before he had read it to the end.
"I am certain he will trust you with it. My friend is Mr. Winterfield, of Beaupark House, North Devon. Perhaps you may have heard of him?" "No; the name is quite new to me." "Then come and see the man himself. He is now in London and I am entirely at your service."
Folliott, who was cousin to everybody concerned, had come over from Taunton to see how things were going. She had always been at variance with Mrs Winterfield, being a woman who loved cards and supper parties, and who had throughout her life stabled her horses in stalls very different to those used by the lady of Perivale. Now this Mrs Folliott was the first to tell Clara of the will.
His own future proceedings depended, in some degree, on the course which Winterfield might take, when he had read the confession of the unhappy woman who had once been his wife. Would he show the letter to Stella, at a private interview, as an unanswerable proof that she had cruelly wronged him?
Of this intention on the part of Mrs Winterfield, Mr Palmer was as well aware as himself; and he mentioned the subject now, merely with the object of saying that, as a matter of course, the legacy to Miss Amedroz was as good as though the codicil had been completed.
There are other volumes in his library which I have the greatest interest in consulting and it is impossible for me to borrow them now. At this time, too, when I have lost Penrose, I had hoped to find in Winterfield another friend who sympathized with my pursuits.
Our first journey will be to that dear old comfortable inn at Winterfield, where you and I were so happy, but not happier, dearest darling, than we shall soon be again, I hope. "Your devoted wife. "My heartfelt thanks to Mr. Rolfe for all he is doing." Sir Charles wanted to start that night for Winterfield, but Rolfe persuaded him not.
Warning the priest, with a low growl, not to interfere with another person's business, the dog picked up the letters in his mouth, and carried them by installments to his master's feet. Even then, the exasperating Winterfield went no further than patting Traveler. Father Benwell's endurance reached its limits. "Pray don't stand on ceremony with me," he said.
I turn away from it to your shrubbery there, with an ungrateful sense of relief." He walked to the window as he spoke. It looked out on the grounds in front of the house. At the same moment the noise of rolling wheels became audible on the drive. An open carriage appeared at the turn in the road. Winterfield called Romayne to the window.
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