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Torridon destroyed are not essential to a conviction. My Lord's papers at his own house are sufficient." But they had some difficulty in persuading Sir James to consent to ask a favour of the Archbishop.
Ralph explained that he scarcely knew himself; perhaps a word to his Grace "I will tell you what it is, Mr. Torridon," broke in his master, "you have made another mistake. I did not intend you to be their friend, but to seem so." "I can scarcely seem so," said Ralph quietly, but with a certain indignation at his heart, "unless I do them little favours sometimes."
Margaret watched Beatrice with growing excitement that evening, in which was mingled something of awe and some thing of attraction. She had never seen anyone so serenely self-possessed. It became evident during supper, beyond the possibility of mistake, that Lady Torridon had planned war against the guest, who was a representative in her eyes of all that was narrow-minded and contemptible.
"You must come with me and see my New Building," he said, "you are worthy of it, Mr. Torridon." He still held his arm affectionately as they walked out into the garden behind the house, and as he discoursed on the joys of a country life. "What more can I ask of God?" he said. "He has given me means and tastes to correspond, and what man can say more.
It was decided that Lady Torridon should be told immediately; and a day or two later Sir James came to Chris in the garden to tell him that she had consented. "I do not understand it at all," said the old man, "but your mother seemed very willing. I wonder " And then he stopped abruptly. The letter was sent.
Then Lady Torridon turned and delivered her point, suddenly and brutally. "Of course he will," she said. "I suppose then you are not going out, Mistress Atherton." And she glanced with an offensive contempt at the girl and the monk. Beatrice's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, and opened again. "Why, no, Lady Torridon."
It was an illiterate letter, ill-spelt and smudged, and consisted of a complaint from a man who signed himself Robert Benham, against "Mr. Ralph Torridon, as he named himself," for hindering the performance of a piece entitled "The Jolly Friar" in the parish of Overfield, on Sunday, February the first. Mr.
A moment later the little door from the masters chamber opened; and Sir James Torridon came out and, giving a glance at the disappearing servants, said a word or two to the others, and turned again through the hall to meet his sons.
"This is Master Nicholas Maxwell," explained the Archbishop, indicating him. "Master Torridon's son-in-law; and this, Mr. Herries " "And the priest?" asked the King. "The priest is Sir Christopher Torridon, living with his father at Overfield." "Ha! has he always lived there then?" "No, your Grace," said Cranmer smoothly, "he was a monk at Lewes until the dissolution of the house."
Layton had ordered to be piled there for his inspection, and on the table itself for greater dignity burned two tapers in massive silver candlesticks. "Sit here, Mr. Torridon," said the priest, himself taking the Prior's chair, "we represent the supreme head of the Church of England now, you must remember." And he smiled at the other with a solemn joy.
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