Two Penniless Princesses by Charlotte Mary Yonge
page 56 of 275 (20%)
page 56 of 275 (20%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
red-cheeked maiden in the rose-coloured kirtle--to the young Sir
Richard Nevil, the same who gave his hand to thee, Annis--the son of my Lord of Salisbury.' 'That was the old knight who led thee in, mother,' said Annis. 'Did you say he was brother to the Duchess?' 'Even so. There were fifteen or twenty Nevils of Raby--he was one of the eldest, she one of the youngest. Their mother was a Beaufort, aunt to yours.' 'Oh, I shall never unravel them!' exclaimed Eleanor, spreading out her hands in bewilderment. Lady Drummond laughed, having come to the time of life when ladies enjoy genealogies. 'It will be enough,' she said, 'to remember that almost all are, like yourselves, grandchildren or great-grandchildren to King Edward of Windsor.' Jean, however, wanted to know which were nearest to herself, and which were noblest. The first question Lady Drummond said she could hardly answer; perhaps the Earl of Salisbury and the Duchess, but the Duke was certainly noblest by birth, having a double descent from King Edward, and in the male line. 'Was not his father put to death by this King's father?' asked Eleanor. |
|