human
Well, to be sure, he said in his slow, pondering way,
gpt
From where?
human
From the home of your ancestors, as Mr. Theodore Bransby calls it. You asked me the name of that station I got in at. Well, it's Combe St. Mildred's, the station for Combe Park you know.
gpt
Is it? Then we cannot be far from Oldchester.
human
Not very far in miles; but this is an uncommon slow train--stops everywhere. Stops just now at Wendhurst Junction; the express runs through. I'm afraid you're very tired, Miss Cheffington.
gpt
Not very--yes, rather. It does not matter now; we shall soon be there.
human
Yes, went on Mr. Bragg,
gpt
I've been attending the funeral.
human
Oh yes. Poor Lucius! I had forgotten that it was for to-day, said May, with a self-reproachful feeling.
gpt
He was very kind to me, although, at first, he seemed so dry and eccentric. I think he liked me. I know I liked him.
human
Yes; no doubt but what he liked you. _That_ can't be disputed. And it does him honour, in my opinion. I suppose I ought to congratulate you, Miss Cheffington--although congratulating may seem out of place with a crape band round your hat. And yet I don't know!
gpt
Congratulate me! Do you mean because my father is the heir? I think there is more sorrow in Lord Castlecombe's heart than there can be satisfaction in any one else's?
human
Your father? Lord bless me, no! Nothing to do with your father. I was alluding to your cousin's last will and testament. I was present when it was read, by Lord Castlecombe's desire, although having no particular claim that I know of. Still, when we came back from the old churchyard, his lordship invited me into the library, and the will was read out then by Wagget, the lawyer, poor Martin Bransby's successor.
gpt
But what has all that to do with me?