This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1901 edition. Excerpt: ... Ole Miss nodded assent with a cheerful smile. Yes, her husband's heart would be gladdened, if he could know. The Manor had not been merely a place, to him, but an idea. It was a heritage, in trust, to be preserved, improved, developed for future generations. It was the basis of the family influence and position. Without it to sustain and inspire them, the Chestons must sink to the common level. His anxiety on this point had been extreme; but now, his fears would have been set at rest. Basil's intelligence and will supplied the saving force that was needed. She was deeply grateful to him; her manner towards him was always tender; she rendered him a kind of deference which was often embarrassing. The pathos of it touched him. He knew that, in her heart, she was always regretting he was not a Cheston. Ah yes, if he were but one of her own name and blood 1 She often sighed at the thought that after the death of her son, the Colonel, there would be no more Chestons of the Manor. But Lydia bore a son, and at Basil's suggestion, it was decided that he should be called Cheston, without prefixing Robert, as they had meant to do in honor of his grandfather, in order that the name might continue to be associated with the place. The close of Ole Miss's life, comforted by this assurance and by the return of peace and prosperity to the Manor, was tranquil and even happy. To the last, she exhibited the keenest interest in the family affairs and exercised the same controlling influence in the household. She lived to be nearly ninety, and up to within a few weeks of her death, made her appearance almost every Sunday at church. Caesar, as had always been his habit, continued to drive her coach whenever she went abroad. Upon its arrival at the church door, ..