We are near to the end of
our journey; yonder is the steeple of Bolton church. The old ladies
will be out of their wits when they find that they have a Beverley
under their roof."
Edward was much delighted at this tribute paid to his father's memory;
and the tears more than once started into his eyes as Chaloner renewed
his praise.
Late in the evening they arrived at Portlake, a grand old mansion
situated in a park crowded with fine old timber. Chaloner was
recognized, as they rode up the avenue, by one of the keepers, who
hastened forward to announce his arrival; and the domestics had opened
the door for them before they arrived at it. In the hall they were met
by the old ladies, who expressed their delight at seeing their nephew,
as they had had great fear that something had happened to him.
"And something did very nearly happen to me," replied Chaloner, "had
it not been for the timely assistance of my friend here, who,
notwithstanding his Puritan attire, I hardly need tell you, is a
Cavalier devoted to the good cause, when I state that he is the son of
Colonel Beverley, who fell at Naseby with my good father."
"No one can be more welcome, then," replied the old ladies, who
extended their hands to Edward. They then went into a sitting-room,
and supper was ordered to be sent up immediately.
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