I walked down the drive way towards the entrance. I thought of the story connected with this hall. A story of forbidden love between two familes. One Roman Catholic and the other Protestant.
Lady Dorothy lived in the 17th Century. Her father followed the Catholic faith. Dorothy and her brother were also Cathoic. One day Dorothy met the son of a nobel prodestant family. They fell in love. They knew they must keep their friendship a secret because of their different religious backgrounds.
They decided that the future was with each other far away from Lancashire. They decided to elope. They planned a time and day.
Unfortunately Dorothy's broter found out about their plan. He laid in wait for Dorothy's lover. There was a sword fight and he killed him and his associate who was helping in the elopment.
That was the story I had been told and the scenario seemed to fit the scene.
Dorothy was sent away to a convent abroad. She was grief stricken and eventually became insane and died of a broken heart.