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Mr
.
Everard
King
,
my
unknown
cousin
,
was
standing
in
person
upon
the
steps
of
his
house
,
for
he
had
seen
us
in
the
distance
,
and
guessed
that
it
was
I
.
His
appearance
was
very
homely
and
benevolent
,
short
and
stout
,
forty
-
five
years
old
,
perhaps
,
with
a
round
,
good
-
humoured
face
,
burned
brown
with
the
tropical
sun
,
and
shot
with
a
thousand
wrinkles
.
He
wore
white
linen
clothes
,
in
true
planter
style
,
with
a
cigar
between
his
lips
,
and
a
large
Panama
hat
upon
the
back
of
his
head
.
It
was
such
a
figure
as
one
associates
with
a
verandahed
bungalow
,
and
it
looked
curiously
out
of
place
in
front
of
this
broad
,
stone
English
mansion
,
with
its
solid
wings
and
its
Palladio
pillars
before
the
doorway
.
"
My
dear
!
"
he
cried
,
glancing
over
his
shoulder
;
"
my
dear
,
here
is
our
guest
!
Welcome
,
welcome
to
Greylands
!
I
am
delighted
to
make
your
acquaintance
,
Cousin
Marshall
,
and
I
take
it
as
a
great
compliment
that
you
should
honour
this
sleepy
little
country
place
with
your
presence
.
"
Nothing
could
be
more
hearty
than
his
manner
,
and
he
set
me
at
my
ease
in
an
instant
.
But
it
needed
all
his
cordiality
to
atone
for
the
frigidity
and
even
rudeness
of
his
wife
,
a
tall
,
haggard
woman
,
who
came
forward
at
his
summons
.
She
was
,
I
believe
,
of
Brazilian
extraction
,
though
she
spoke
excellent
English
,
and
I
excused
her
manners
on
the
score
of
her
ignorance
of
our
customs
.
She
did
not
attempt
to
conceal
,
however
,
either
then
or
afterwards
,
that
I
was
no
very
welcome
visitor
at
Greylands
Court
.
Her
actual
words
were
,
as
a
rule
,
courteous
,
but
she
was
the
possessor
of
a
pair
of
particularly
expressive
dark
eyes
,
and
I
read
in
them
very
clearly
from
the
first
that
she
heartily
wished
me
back
in
London
once
more
.
However
,
my
debts
were
too
pressing
and
my
designs
upon
my
wealthy
relative
were
too
vital
for
me
to
allow
them
to
be
upset
by
the
ill
-
temper
of
his
wife
,
so
I
disregarded
her
coldness
and
reciprocated
the
extreme
cordiality
of
his
welcome
.
No
pains
had
been
spared
by
him
to
make
me
comfortable
.
My
room
was
a
charming
one
.
He
implored
me
to
tell
him
anything
which
could
add
to
my
happiness
.
It
was
on
the
tip
of
my
tongue
to
inform
him
that
a
blank
cheque
would
materially
help
towards
that
end
,
but
I
felt
that
it
might
be
premature
in
the
present
state
of
our
acquaintance
.
The
dinner
was
excellent
,
and
as
we
sat
together
afterwards
over
his
Havanas
and
coffee
,
which
later
he
told
me
was
specially
prepared
upon
his
own
plantation
,
it
seemed
to
me
that
all
my
driver
’
s
eulogies
were
justified
,
and
that
I
had
never
met
a
more
large
-
hearted
and
hospitable
man
.
But
,
in
spite
of
his
cheery
good
nature
,
he
was
a
man
with
a
strong
will
and
a
fiery
temper
of
his
own
.
Of
this
I
had
an
example
upon
the
following
morning
.
The
curious
aversion
which
Mrs
.
Everard
King
had
conceived
towards
me
was
so
strong
,
that
her
manner
at
breakfast
was
almost
offensive
.
But
her
meaning
became
unmistakable
when
her
husband
had
quitted
the
room
.
"
The
best
train
in
the
day
is
at
twelve
-
fifteen
,
"
said
she
.
"
But
I
was
not
thinking
of
going
today
,
"
I
answered
,
frankly
—
perhaps
even
defiantly
,
for
I
was
determined
not
to
be
driven
out
by
this
woman
.
"
Oh
,
if
it
rests
with
you
—
"
said
she
,
and
stopped
with
a
most
insolent
expression
in
her
eyes
.
