"You sympathize with Lady Eversleigh because she is a
wealthy sinner, and mistress of Raynham Castle. Perhaps you'll stop
here and try to step into Sir Oswald's shoes. I don't know whether
there's any law against a man marrying his uncle's widow."
"You insult me, and you insult the dead, Sir Reginald, by the tone in
which you discuss these things," answered Lionel Dale. "I shall leave
Raynham by this evening's coach, and there is little likelihood that
Lady Eversleigh and I shall ever meet again. It is not for me to judge
her sins, or penetrate the secrets of her heart. I believe that her
grief to-day was thoroughly genuine. It is not because a woman has
sinned that she must needs be incapable of any womanly feeling."
"You are in a very charitable humour, Lionel," said Sir Reginald, with
a sneer; "but you can afford to be charitable."
Mr. Dale did not reply to this insolent speech.
Sir Reginald Eversleigh and his two cousins left the village of Raynham
by the same coach. The evening was finer than the day had been, and a
full moon steeped the landscape in her soft light, as the travellers
looked their last on the grand old castle.
The baronet contemplated the scene with unmitigated rage.
"Hers!" he muttered; "hers! to have and hold so long as she lives! A
nameless woman has tricked me out of the inheritance which should have
been mine.
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