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The sort that all men like. A good conventional woman, who will do the things she should at the proper time. Leave me alone." He was painfully agitated. A look of pain crossed his face. "Don't say that, Syb, because I was a beastly cad once: I've had all that knocked out of me." "I am the cad," I replied. "What I said was nasty and unwomanly, and I wish I had left it unsaid.
With this crash impending, just imagine the worry he must have gone through! But never had the least suspicion that he was troubled found betrayal on his brow. "Good-bye, Syb," he said; "though I'm a nobody now, if I could ever be of use to you, don't be afraid to ask me." I remember him wringing the limp hand I mechanically stretched out to him and then slowly revaulting the fence.
"Surely, Syb, you can guess what it is I have to say." Yes, I could guess, I knew what he was going to say, and the knowledge left a dull bitterness at my heart.
I wrote to the owner of Five-Bob desiring to know if what I heard concerning his good fortune was correct, and he replied by return post: My dear little Syb, Yes, thank goodness it is all true. The old lady left me nearly a million. It seems like a fairy yarn, and I will know how to value it more now.
Kruger Bobs slapped his thigh noiselessly, vanished behind his smile, then reappeared to put his lips to Weldon's ear and whisper in raucous triumph "Syb down dere Winburg." "What? Who is Syb?" Weldon queried blankly. Kruger Bobs straightened, in dignified resentment at his master's ignorance. "Syb be my vrouw soon." "Oh, I see. No wonder you look elated, you rascal. So you have been courting?"
"I dare say that is the reason Smart left us in such a hurry." Gatty. "I hope it is as you say, old Syb, and I hope still more that they will join us soon, and I hope most of all that they will leave Hargrave behind." Sybil. "Poor thing, but what will they do with her?" Gatty. "Eat her, I dare say, and very tough " Lilly. "Oh, Mother, look there! Oh, look! look!
"Oh, Kruger Bobs, you love-struck calf! Because you're in love with Syb, do you think it follows that I am in love with Miss Mellen?" Kruger Bobs plotted geometrical problems with his left toe. "Syb say," he replied at length. Then he raised his eyes from his problem. "Boss vrouw good," he ventured persuasively. Weldon laughed again. "So we all think. Mr.
"Yes, and their names are their most distinctive feature," Alice assented to Weldon's comment. "More than their mouths?" he asked, with a flippant recollection of Kruger Roberts engrossed in his jam tin. "At least as much so," she responded, laughing. "You notice that I called our maid Syb. She told me, when she came, that her old master named her Sybarite.
"How does Syb Is that what you call her? how does she know? Oh, I remember now. It is the girl who served at Miss Mellen's home," Weldon said, as light began to dawn. "Ya, Boss; dat Syb." "And she is here with Miss Mellen?" Kruger Bobs nodded. "What are they doing?" "Dey is nurses sick mens." "How long have they been here?" "One, tree, five day." "Five days," Weldon translated to himself.
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