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  ‘My marriage to Mr Cheviot, sir,’ said Elinor, in a low tone, ‘took place when he lay upon his death-bed. Our – our betrothal was a secret known only to – known only to my Lord Carlyon!’

  He looked much struck. ‘Known to Carlyon! You amaze me, ma’am! I had not supposed – He cannot have known of this marriage!’

  She replied with more firmness: ‘You are mistaken: I owe my marriage solely to Lord Carlyon’s exertions to bring it about.’

  ‘Impossible!’ he exclaimed. ‘Why, it cuts up all his hopes! That is, if the poor boy made his Will before he died, but I dare say he had no time.’

  ‘On the contrary, my lord, Mr Cheviot drew up his Will in my favour.’

  ‘You do not mean it! This is most astonishing news! A strange man, Carlyon! There is no understanding him at all! Ah, my dear, had my poor sister-in-law left things otherwise, who shall say that I should be standing here to-day, upon this melancholy occasion!’

  She was constrained to say: ‘I believe my Lord Carlyon cannot be blamed for your – for my husband’s untimely death, sir.’

  ‘Ah, I dare say not, but I shall always say that he used the poor lad with unmerited harshness! But how did it come about? I saw Eustace in town not five days since, and he was in good health! But I collect he met with some accident?’

  ‘Yes. That is – Pardon me, but it is painful to me to be obliged to discuss – I am sure my Lord Carlyon will inform you better than I can how it was!’

  ‘Ah, no wonder!’ he sighed, taking her hand, and squeezing it feelingly. ‘This is painful for you indeed! A secret betrothal! It is easy to see why it must have been so! Yet poor Eustace might have told me! I have always stood his friend. And you say Carlyon assisted at your marriage? Well! I am all admiration, do not pretend to understand how it can have been so! But, my dear, tell me! Who is there to support and advise you in all the business to be undertaken now? I speak to you without reserve: I fear poor Eustace’s affairs will be found to be in a sad tangle. It is well that I was able to snatch a day to journey down to visit you! You will let me relieve you of the burden – the sad duty – of settling the effects! It is proper that I should help you, ma’am, for you must know that I was greatly attached to Eustace. In spite of his youthful follies, be it understood! I do not deny that he has not always conducted himself as he should, but we shall not speak ill of the dead.’

  ‘You are very good, sir,’ she managed to say. ‘But I believe – that is, I know – that my Lord Carlyon is an executor of the Will, and has taken all into his hands. I have nothing to do.’

  He looked to be a good deal affronted by this, and reddened, exclaiming: ‘Without a word to me! I hope I am not one to rate my claims too high, but as poor Eustace’s nearest relative I might have expected to be consulted before Carlyon took it upon himself – But so it has been always! He is a man of so little sensibility that I dare say he may not even think that there are relics I must wish to possess! The Wincanton interest is all he cares for, but my poor brother was Eustace’s father, little though any of the Wincantons or the Carlyons may have regarded him! I do not care to think of Carlyon’s turning over papers that can be of no interest to anyone but my brother’s own kin! My letters to him! – I believe all were preserved! I should wish them to be destroyed, or handed back to me.’

  She could only suggest to him that he should approach Carlyon in the matter. His little red mouth pouted disconsolately; he said that he wondered he had not been sent for; and seemed to be labouring under such a sense of wounded dignity that she found herself apologizing to him for an oversight which was none of hers. Upon learning from her that Carlyon had removed all Eustace Cheviot’s papers from Highnoons, he said something about encroaching ways which she judged it better to ignore. Miss Beccles suggested solicitously that he must need some refreshment after his drive; and while a tray of wine and cakes was sent for he was induced to sit down by the fire. He seemed to be very much put out by the discovery that his support and advice were not needed by the widow, and she soon perceived that he was a man with a very high notion of his own consequence. She said all that was conciliatory, and had the satisfaction of seeing him grow more mellow towards her. He offered to remain at Highnoons until after the funeral, and she was hard put to it to know how to decline without giving offence. He was evidently much affected by his nephew’s death, and sat sighing gustily, and shaking his head over it until she began to wonder whether he would ever take himself off. But in the end he did so, saying he should drive to the Hall, and demand the whole truth from Carlyon. He told Elinor that although he was much occupied with state affairs he should certainly attend the funeral, and, once more taking her hand between both of his, said that he should claim the privilege of an uncle in desiring her to allow him to put up at Highnoons for a night.

  Civility compelled her to assure him that he would be welcome; he thanked her; and at last climbed up again into his chaise, and was driven away.

  ‘Prosy old fool!’ said Nicky. ‘Did you brush through it pretty well, cousin? What did he say? I thought he was staying here for ever, and wondered whether I could not set Bouncer on to drive him away! But then I thought very likely you would not like it if I did, so I kept the old fellow with me. But I dare say he would like to take a bite out of fat old Bedlington, wouldn’t you, Bouncer?’

  Bouncer jumped up at him ecstatically, apparently under the impression that this treat was indeed in store for him.

  Eleven

  There was nothing amongst Eustace Cheviot’s papers to occupy the two executor’s minds for long, and it was soon agreed between them that the first step towards winding up his estate must to be ascertain the exact number of his obligations. This task the lawyer took in hand, sighing, and pulling down the corners of his mouth, and saying that he feared the half of them were not yet known. He perused Cheviot’s Will in a disapproving way, but although he audibly tut-tutted, and shook his head sadly, he allowed that it was sufficiently well drawn up to serve. ‘But, my lord,’ he added severely, ‘I must not be understood to say that this document is drawn up in quite such terms as I should have used, had I been called upon to serve my late client in this matter. However, it appears to be valid, and I shall apply for probate directly.’

  He then tied such papers as he proposed taking away with him with a piece of tape; excused himself from remaining at the Hall that night, as he was civilly invited to do, on the score of having already hired a room at the inn at Wisborough Green; assured Carlyon that he would not fail to be present at the inquest on the following morning; and bowed himself out.

  He had hardly been gone ten minutes when the door into Carlyon’s study was again opened, and his brother John walked into the room, rubbing his hands together, and exclaiming against the inclemency of the weather.

  ‘My dear John!’ Carlyon said. ‘I did not expect to see you until tomorrow!’

  ‘No, well, I thought I might arrive too late if I put off the journey, and so applied to Sidmouth for leave to absent myself immediately. I found him in a good humour, and so here I am,’ John replied, walking over to the fire, and bending over it to warm his hands.

  ‘I am extremely glad to see you. Did you come post?’

  ‘No, I drove myself, and damned cold it was! How has all gone since I saw you? Where is Nicky?’

  ‘Nicky is at Highnoons, with a hole in his shoulder,’ replied Carlyon, going over to the table on which the butler had set out a decanter and some glasses. ‘Sherry, John?’

  ‘Nicky is what?’ demanded John, straightening himself with a jerk.

  ‘It’s not serious,’ Carlyon said, pouring sherry into two of the glasses.

  ‘Good God, Ned, cannot Nicky keep out of trouble for as much as two days?’

  ‘Apparently not, but he cannot be blamed for this adventure. Sit down, and I’ll tell you the whole: I fancy it should interest you.’

  John cast h