“Ha!” she exclaims, as if pricked by a pin, “Mademoiselle to be married?”
The priest gives an assenting nod.
“That’s news to me,” mutters Murdock, in a tone more like he was listening to the announcement of a death.
“Moi aussi! Who, Père? Not Monsieur Shenstone, after all?”
The question shows how well she is acquainted with Miss Wynn—if not personally, with her surroundings and predilections!
“No,” answers the priest. “Not he.”
“Who then?” asked the two simultaneously.
“A man likely to make many heirs to Llangorren—widen the breach between you and it—ah! to the impossibility of that ever being bridged.”
“Père Rogier!” appeals Murdock, “I pray you speak out! Who is to do this? His name?”
“Le Capitaine Ryecroft.”