"It is certainly true that Lord Mortimer has lately wed his only child, a daughter, to a knight who calls himself Sir Edward Chadwell, and makes claim to be descended from my lord's house.

Men say that he makes great boasting that the Chadwells are an older branch than the Chadgroves, and that by right of inheritance Chad is his.
"Methinks he would find it very hard to make good any such claim.
Belike it is but idle boasting.

Yet it may be that there will be some trouble in store.

He has taken up his abode at Mortimer's Keep, and maybe we shall hear ill news before long." All eyes were fixed for a moment on the lady's face, and then the hands moved faster than before, whilst a subdued murmur went round the group.

Not one heart was there that did not beat with indignation at the thought that any should dare to try to disturb the peace of the rightful lord of Chad.