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Silence ensued, during which Agatha, furtively scrutinizing the tenant of the chalet, noticed that his face and neck were cleaner and less sunburnt than those of the ordinary toilers of Lyvern. His hands were hidden by large gardening gloves stained with coal dust. Lyvern laborers, as a rule, had little objection to soil their hands; they never wore gloves.
The boy, who knew him, fumbled in a letter case and produced a buff envelope. It contained a telegram. From Jansenius, London. TO J. Smilash, Chamoounix Villa, Lyvern. Henrietta dangerously ill after journey wants to see you doctors say must come at once. There was a pause. Then he folded the paper methodically and put it in his pocket, as if quite done with it.
You will disturb the whole house." Jane reddened with indignation, but had to remain silent, for the eyes of the principal were upon her. Miss Wilson had her bonnet on. She announced that she was going to walk to Lyvern, the nearest village. Did any of the sixth form young ladies wish to accompany her? Agatha jumped from her seat at once, and Jane smothered a laugh.
Perhaps, leaving Lyvern so hastily, I forgot to fulfil some promise, or to say farewell, or something of that sort. But do you know how suddenly I was called away? I got a telegram to say that Henrietta was dying, and I had only time to change my clothes you remember my disguise and catch the express. And, after all, she was dead when I arrived." "I know that," said Agatha uneasily.
One night a great storm blew over Lyvern, and those young ladies at Alton College who were afraid of lightning, said their prayers with some earnestness.
Then she took her bonnet and purse, left the house, hailed a passing hansom, and bade the cabman drive her to St. Pancras. When the night came the air at Lyvern was like iron in the intense cold. The trees and the wind seemed ice-bound, as the water was, and silence, stillness, and starlight, frozen hard, brooded over the country.
Agatha stopped, and the column broke into a group about her. "Miss Wilson," she said, "it is going to rain in torrents, and Jane and I have only our shoes on." Miss Wilson paused to consider the situation. Someone suggested that if they hurried on they might reach Lyvern before the rain came down. "More than a mile," said Agatha scornfully, "and the rain coming down already!"
Might I take a turn with the roller, and make myself useful about the place until nightfall, for ninepence?" Miss Wilson, who was expecting more than her usual Saturday visitors, considered the proposition and assented. "And remember," she said, "that as you are a stranger here, your character in Lyvern depends upon the use you make of this opportunity." "I am grateful to your noble ladyship.
Trefusis found her parents so unsympathetic on the subject of her marriage that she left their house shortly after her visit to Lyvern, and went to reside with a hospitable friend. Unable to remain silent upon the matter constantly in her thoughts, she discussed her husband's flight with this friend, and elicited an opinion that the behavior of Trefusis was scandalous and wicked.
The good-humored one is a bargee on the Lyvern Canal. The other is one of the senior noblemen of the British Peerage. They illustrate the fact that Nature, even when perverted by generations of famine fever, ignores the distinctions we set up between men.
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