You, a Beauchamp, of the old Virginia Beauchamps--good God! It breaks my heart!" "You have answered yourself, sir," said Mary Ellen, her voice not steady as she wished.
"You mean--" "I am a Beauchamp, of the old Virginia Beauchamps.

I live out here on the prairies, far from home, but I am a Beauchamp of old Virginia." "And then ?" "And the Beauchamps kept their promises, women and men--they always kept them.

They always will.

While there is one of them left alive, man or woman, that one will keep the Beauchamp promise, whatever that has been." "I know," said Franklin gently, "I would rely on your word forever.

I would risk my life and my honour in your hands.