Adrift off the coast of the fictional Blue Mountains is a small coffin containing a white-shrouded woman. She rises, soaking wet, from the sea, and seeks refuge in the Castle of Vissarion in the middle of the night. The rich young Rupert Leger lets the mysterious beauty in, but who is she?
the time-- and suddenly smiled and said, as he sat down again:
"Sorry. But, of course, you don't understand such things." Then he went on talking before father had time to say a word.
"Let us get back to business. As you do not seem to follow me, let me explain that it is BECAUSE I do not forget that I wish to do this. I remember my dear mother's wish to make Aunt Janet happy, and would like to do as she did."
"AUNT Janet?" said father, very properly sneering at his ignorance. "She is not your aunt. Why, even her sister, who was married to your uncle, was only your aunt by courtesy." I could not help feeling that Rupert meant to be rude to my father, though his words were quite polite. If I had been as much bigger than him as he was than me, I should have flown at him; but he was a very big boy for his age. I am myself rather thin. Mother says thinness is an "appanage of birth."
"My Aunt Janet, sir, is an aunt by love. Courtesy is a small word to use in connection with such devoti
This story did not live up to its lively beginning. The shrouded lady, the handsome young man suddenly thrust into an eastern European castle by a surprise inheritance. Is she a vampire, a ghost? Who is she?
After a gripping start, the story flattens out. Everyone is good except the bad cousin who rarely makes an appearance. Conflict is quickly resolved and its all rather unexciting. Lots of writing on technical and legal aspects which makes it heavy going too. It's difficult to imagine the same writer wrote this and 'The Man'.