Chapter Fifteen
Alexander had thought Eliza Menhennick’s house grim when he’d arrived, but when he left he no longer thought that. It was still gray and sharp-gabled, but he could now see that its lines were handsome. It looked like a house that had been hibernating for a long time, waiting for happiness and prosperity to return to it.
He tucked the sketch more firmly under his arm and asked, “Where’s Eliza Menhennick buried?”
“Not far,” Georgiana said. “Five minutes’ walk.”
The church was larger than the one in Lansallos and there were many more graves, but Georgiana led the way without hesitation. Miss Menhennick had been buried in the same plot as her parents, her name appended to their headstone. Eliza Grace Menhennick, b. Oct. 23rd, 1731, d. Dec 5th, 1789.
Alexander stood silentl
