The Argosy — page 117: what you’re looking at

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Lhe Master of Greylands.. 105 “In what way can it bring him trouble, papa?” questioned Mary Ursula in surprise. ‘This young man—as I am informed—has come over to putina claim to Greylands’ Rest.” ‘‘To Greylands’ Rest!” she repeated. ‘But that is Uncle James’s How can anyone else claim it?” “People may put in a claim to it; there’s no law against that ; as I fear this young man means to do,” replied the banker. ‘ He may cost James no end of bother and expense.” ‘‘ But, papa, you must be misinformed. I feel sure his young man Is not one who would attempt to claim anything that is not his own.” ‘‘ But if he supposes it to be his own?” “What, Greylands’ Rest? Papa, how can that be ?” “‘ My dear child, as yet I know almost nothing. Nothing but a few words that Mrs. Castlemaine said to me last night. However, I suppose I must go down and see him.” As soon as Peter Castlemaine entered his private room, and let his eyes rest on the face of the young man who met him so frankly, he saw the great likeness to the Castlemaines. That it was really his nephew, Basil’s son, he had entertained little doubt of from the first; none since the recent short interview with his daughter above. With this conviction on his mind, it never would have occurred to him to deny the young man’s identity, and he accepted it at once. But though he called him “ Anthony,” and now and then by mistake “ Basil,” he did not show any mark of affection, but was distant and cold. Taking his place in his handsome chair, turned sideways to the closed desk, he faced the young man seated before him. A few minutes were naturally spent in questions and answers, chiefly as to Basil’s career abroad. Young Anthony gave every information freely—just as he had done to his Uncle James on the previous day. After that, he passed on to the subject of the inheritance. ‘‘ Perhaps, Uncle Peter, you will not refuse to give me some informa- tion about my grandfather’s estate, ‘ Greylands’ Rest’ he began. “ My father always assured me it would be mine. He said it would come to him at his father’s death, and then to me afterwards ” ‘He must have spoken without justifiable warranty,” interrupted the banker. “It did not necessarily lapse to Basil, or to anyone else. Your grandfather could leave it to whom he would.” “Of course : we never thought otherwise. But my father always said that it would never be left away from him.” “Then I say, that he spoke without sufficient warranty,” repeated the banker. ‘‘ Am I to understand that you have come over to this country to put inaclaim to Greylands’ Rest, on this sole justification ?” ‘My father, on his dying bed, charged me ‘to come and claim it, Uncle Peter. It was only then that he learnt his father vas dead...