[...]nentity than his ancestors. He married, when longer very young, Alice, daughter of Virgil Pomfret, a beautiful young heiress from a neighbouring county. It was the first time an Oke married a Pomfret, my host informed me, and the last time. The Pomfrets were quite different sort of people-restless, self-seeking; one of them had been a favourite of Henry VIII. It was clear that William Oke had feeling of having any Pomfret blood in his veins; he spoke of these people with an evident family dislike-the dislike of an Oke, one of the old, hourable, modest stock, which had quietly done its duty, for a family of fortune-seekers and Court minions. Well, there had come to live near Okehurst, in a little house recently inherited from an uncle, a certain Christopher Lovelock, a young gallant and poet, who[...].