"Tremendous; t' Earl, he is t' grandest man in all t' country round."
"Has he any family?"
"Neither chick nor child, and never had any."
"Who is heir to the property, then?"
"Lord Kenmore, brother to t' Earl. He don't come here much, though. Earl and him don't seem to hit it, somehow. They are only half-brothers, you see; t' old Earl was married twice, and the little 'un was born when his elder brother were growed up. Twenty-five years atween them. That was a lot, wasn't it? They didn't seem a bit like brothers; did they now?"
"No; it was a great difference in age," Kenneth said, "one brother was old enough to be the father of the other."
"You're right there, sir," said an old woman on the seat behind, "and the old Earl's second lady were a Tartar—a Tartar, that's what she were!" she repeated, nodding her head to give emphasis to her words.
"Ay," said the driver, "and she did her best to get t' old Earl to leave his money (what wasn't tied up of it, you understand) to the little 'un. She couldn't get him the title nor yet the estate, but she got him all that she could."
"Ay she did that," said an old man; "she were a crafty one, were my lady."
"But I suppose she had to leave the Castle when the Earl died."