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88 The Master of Greylands. “Have you come over for any particular purpose?” coldly asked Mr. Castlemaine. ‘‘T have come to stay, Uncle James, To take possession of my inheritance.” ‘‘Of your inheritance ? ” ‘‘The estate of Greylands’ Rest.” ‘“‘ Greylands’ Rest is not yours,” said Mr. Castlemaine. ‘* My father informed me that it was. He brought me up to no pro- fession: he always said that Greylands’ Rest would be mine at his own death ; that he should come into it himself at the death of his father, and thence it would descend to me. And, as I have mentioned to you, we did not hear my grandfather was dead until close upon last Christmas. Had my father known it in the summer, he would have come over to put in his claim : he was in sufficiently good health then.” “Tt is a pity you should have come so far on a fruitless errand, young man. Listen. When your father, Basil, abandoned his home here in his youth, he forfeited all claim to the inheritance. He asked for his portion, and had it ; he took it away with him and stayed away; stayed away for nigh upon forty years. What claim does he suppose that sort of conduct gave him on my father’s affection, that he should leave to him Greylands’ Rest.” ‘‘He always said his father would leave it to no one but him: that he knew it, and was sure of it.” ‘What my father might have done had Basil come back during his lifetime, I cannot pretend to say : neither is it of any consequence to conjecture now. Basil did not come back: and, therefore, you cannot be surprised that he missed Greylands’ Rest ; that the old father left it to his second son—myself—instead of to him.” “ But did he leave it to you, uncle?” ‘A superfluous question, young man. I succeeded to it, and am here in possession of it.” ‘‘T am told that there are doubts upon the point abroad,” returned Anthony, speaking in the same pleasant tone, but with straightforward candour. ‘¢ Doubts upon what point?” haughtily demanded Mr. Castlemaine. ‘What I hear is this, Uncle James. That it is not known abroad, and never has been known, how you came into Greylands’ Rest. Whether the estate was left to you by will, or handed over to you by deed of gift, or given to you zm ¢rust to hold for my father. Nobody knows, I am told, anything about it, or even whether there was or was not a will. Perhaps you will give me these particulars, uncle ? ” Mr. Castlemaine’s face grew dark as night. ‘‘Do you presume to doubt my word, young man? I tell you that Greylands’ Rest 1s mine. Let it content you.” ‘If you will show me that Greylands’ Rest is yours, Uncl me y y y ’ CO cle JAMS, com —_) N