Talk:Helena's Path/Chapter 4
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SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS.
[edit]Originally placed at the head of this instalment (Chapters 4-6)
Common opinion said that Lord Lynborough ought never to have had a peerage and forty thousand a year; he ought to have had a pound a week and a back bedroom in Bloomsbury. Then he would have become an eminent man; as it was, he turned out only a singularly erratic individual. Miss Gilletson had been studying the local paper, which appeared every Saturday, and reached Nab Grange ou the following morning. She uttered an exclamation and read out to the Marchesa:—"‘Lord Lynborough, accompanied by his friend, Mr. Leonard Stabb, the well-known authority on prehistoric remains, and Mr. Roger Wilbraham, his private secretary, arrived at the Castle on Friday.’" Helena Vittoria Maria Antouia, Marchesa di San Servolo, was now in her twenty-fourth year. Born of an Italian father and an English mother, she had bestowed her hand on her paternal country, but her heart remained in her mother's. She was early left a widow—stepmother of adult Italian offspring—owner for life of an Apennine fortress. She liked the fortress, but disliked the stepchildren, and England—her mother's home—presented itself in the light of refuge. Nab Grange was in the market. It had served for the family's dower-house, till a bad race-meeting had induced the squire of the day to sell it to a Mr. Cross of Leeds. The Crosses held and the Marchesa bought it a year before Lord Lynborough came home. Now, it had long been the custom for residents at the Castle to gain the beach by a short cut through the grounds of Nab Grange, but the Marchesa would have preferred that strangers should not pass across her property, in full view of her windows, without her permission, and thus it happened that on a Sunday morning in June, Captain Irons and Mr. Stillford, walking back through the Scarsmoor grounds from Fillby church as they had proposed, found the gate leading from the road into the Grange meadows securely padlocked.