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She kept urging that something would turn up about it, and we should have to act; then I would change my mind. I hardly knew why that which once had been a delightful and mysterious bait now lured me not at all. What with the great war, and my own maturity, and Darthea, Wyncote had shrunken out of the world of my desires. It was too dreamy a bribe for one of my turn of mind.
Montresor never ceases talking of her." I said it would give me pleasure to present him; then, delighted to hear of Wyncote, I sat down, and, despite a warning look from Montresor, began to take wine with this newly found kinsman. Mr. Arthur Wynne was a man fully ten years my senior.
He has still more now. Is it only the woman? Can it be anything about the estate in Wales? It must be; you remember how he lied to us about it; but what is it?" "He thinks I regret the loss of Wyncote, and that I would like to have it. I am afraid I found it pleasant to say so, seeing that it annoyed him." "I wish he may have some such cause to hate you, and no other. But why?
In earlier days he may still have liked to remember that he might have been Wynne of Wyncote; but this is a mere guess on my part. Pride spiritual is a master passion, and certain it is that the creed and ways of Fox and Penn became to him, as years created habits, of an importance far beyond the pride which values ancient blood or a stainless shield.
"Do you go to Wyncote? I hear you are for England in the autumn." "No; I shall be too full of business. Wyncote has no great interest for me." "Indeed? It might perhaps disappoint you a tumble-down old house, an embarrassed estate. My brother will get but a small income when it falls to him.
It is a great estate, and rich, and the old house we have its picture, Darthea. Madam Wynne of Wyncote, I shall come and visit you." The old lady was flushed, and foolishly eager over this vain ambition. Darthea stood in the brilliant firelight, her eyes set on the deed. "I cannot understand it," she said.
"Something shall be done." And on this I too went away, declining further talk. When Arthur came over to learn what he could as to their title to Wyncote, he failed to see that we were people whom no prospect of gain could lead into the taking of an advantage. He thus lost the chance a little honest directness would have given him.
"It shall not!" she cried. "You shall be mistress of Wyncote, Darthea. These letters " "I? Wyncote?" said Darthea. "Let us discuss them alone, aunt," I urged, hoping to get the matter put aside for a time. "No; I will wait no longer. I am deeply concerned, and I wish Darthea to hear." "Why not refer it to Mr. Wilson?
She was given, however, to filling my young fancy with tales about the greatness of these Wynnes, and of how the old homestead, rebuilded in James I.'s reign, had been the nest of Wynnes past the memory of man. Be all this as it may, we had lost Wyncote for the love of a freer air, although all this did not much concern me in the days of which I now write.
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