We have managed the Crown Anstey property for some years, and hope to have the honor of continuing our business relations with you.

We are, sir, your obedient servants, "Moreland & Paine." The letter fell from my hands and I looked at it in blank astonishment too great for words.
Sir Barnard Trevelyan! Crown Anstey! Why, the last time I ever heard those names my mother sat talking to me about this proud, stately cousin of my father--cousin who had never noticed either him or us by word or by look.

I was curious, and asked many questions about him.

She told me he had married some great lady, the daughter of a duke, and that he had two sons--Miles, the eldest, and Cecil.

I remembered having heard of Cecil's death, but never dreamed that it could affect me.
Moreland & Paine! I knew the firm very well; they had large offices in Lincoln's Inn, and bore a high reputation.