Mr. Thurston then took his leave, promising to call in season to accompany her to the train, and then the still wondering woman sought Virgie and related the marvelous tale to her.
This was the business that called them so suddenly from London, and which was destined to bring about even greater changes in their lives before their return.
They arrived at Englewood late in the evening, and found his lordship’s carriage awaiting them at the station, for Mr. Thurston had telegraphed of his coming, and stated that he should bring two ladies with him.
They found Englewood, at least what they were able to see of it, a delightful place. The house, a massive structure of stone, was an ancient affair, but it had been well preserved, and although it was the home of an eccentric old bachelor, was a most comfortable and home-like dwelling. Evidently his lordship knew and appreciated the luxuries of life.
The following morning, Mr. Thurston had an interview with the invalid and informed him of his recent discovery.
Lord Norton expressed himself very much delighted with the news, and appeared very eager to make the acquaintance of his grand-niece and her daughter.
Accordingly, after he was somewhat rested, Mr. Thurston conducted the ladies into his presence, and the moment his eye rested upon Mrs. Alexander, he declared his conviction that she was a Norton; “her features are very like his sister Nora’s,” he said, “although her grandmother was not nearly as handsome,” he added, with a twinkle of humor about his mouth.
The old Bible and marriage certificate were brought to him, and confirmed his statement regarding the relationship. He recognized his sister’s handwriting immediately, and produced some of her letters to compare with it.
“There can be no doubt,” Mr. Thurston said, after a careful examination of the chirography, “and I congratulate you, my lord, upon the fulfillment of your desire; and you, madam,” turning to his client, “upon having discovered your relative.”
“Will you stay with me, Virginia?” the old man asked, turning a wistful glance upon the beautiful woman. “It will not be for long,” he added; “the sands of my life are nearly run out; a few days, or weeks at the most, will end my life, and it will be pleasant to feel that some of my own kin are near me at the last.”