The Argosy — page 284: what you’re looking at

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266 Lhe Master of Greylands. “Thirsty, always thirsty!” repeated the mother in English, “I don’t much like it; 1t bespeaks fever.” ‘‘T’ll get some milk and water,” said Mrs. Bent. ‘No, no, not milk,” interposed the lady. “ Oui, macherie ! A spoon- ful or two of sugar and water while mamma, makes the tisane.' Madame has herbs, no doubt,” she added turning to the landlady. “I could make it soon myself at this good fire if I had a little casserole : a—what you call it P—saucepan.” Mrs. Bent promised the herbs, for she had a store-room full of different kinds, and the saucepan. A little sugared water was given to the child, who lay quiet after drinking it and closed her eyes. Moving noiselessly about the room, the lady happened to go near the window, and her eye caught the moving sea in the distance, on which some bright light yet lingered. Opening the casement window for a moment, she put her head out. : “Tt is very nice to see; but I don’t like to think of being on it,’ she said as she shut the window. ‘“ What is that great building over yonder to the left? ”’ ‘‘ It’s the Grey Nunnery, ma’am.” ‘The Grey Nunnery! What, have you a nunnery here in this little place ? I had no idea.” ‘“‘Tt’s not a real nunnery,” said Mrs. Bent, as she proceeded to explain what it was, and how good the ladies were who inhabited it. ‘‘We heard a bit of news about it this afternoon,” she added, her pro- pensity for talking creeping out. ‘Sister Ann ran over here to borrow a baking dish—for their own came in two in the oven with all the baked apples in it—and said she believed Miss Castlemaine was going to join them as the Lady Superior.” ‘¢ Miss—who ?” cried the stranger quickly. ‘‘ Miss Castlemaine. Perhaps ma’am, you may have heard of-the Castlemaines of Greylands’ Rest. It 1s close by.” “TY do not know them,” said the traveller. ‘Is then a Miss Castle- maine, of Greylands’ Rest, the Lady Superior of the Nunnery?” ‘‘Miss Castlemaine, of Stilborough, ma’am. There is no Miss Castlemaine of Greylands’ Rest; save a tiresome little chit of twelve. Sister Ann was all cock-a-hoop about it: butI told her the young lady was too beautiful to hide her head under a muslin cap in a nunnery.” “Jt is a grand old building;” said the: traveller, “and must stand out well and nobly on the edge of the chff. But I cannot see its other end.” ‘“That’s nearly in ruins. It’s called the Fnar’s Keep.” ‘¢ The Friar’s Keep! You have odd names here. But I like this village. It 1s quiet: nobody seems to pass.” ‘There’s hardly anybody to pass, for that matter,” cried-Mrs. Bent. ‘‘ Just the fishermen and the Grey Sisters. But here I am talking when ECORNICLOOO SS (C(O) in —_)