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Sybilla's dowry enabled Robert to raise a considerable army, and he had likewise the support of most of the barons whose estates lay both in Normandy and England, and who therefore preferred that the two states should be united; whereas those who had only domains in England held with Henry, wishing to be free from the elder and more powerful nobility of Normandy.
Without speaking, lest Olive should guess her thoughts, she laid the mantle aside, only she whispered in bidding adieu, "Dear, if you see other girls prettier, or more admired, more noticed than yourself, never mind! Olive is mamma's own pet always." Oh, blessed adversity! oh, sweetness, taught by suffering! How marvellous was the change wrought in Sybilla's heart.
"Bless the child," said Dorcas to herself, "how her head does run on Miss Sybilla's cuckoo. It's really wonderful. There's more in such things than some people think." But aloud she only replied "It's Dorcas, missie. No fairy, only old Dorcas come to comfort you a bit. Listen, missie.
Business was a word conveying such distaste, if not horror, to Sybilla's ears, that she asked no questions, and her husband volunteered no information. In fact, he rarely was in the habit of doing so whether interrogated or not.
She walked right into the centre of the floor, laid her heavy hand on Sybilla's shoulder, and said, "Mrs. Rothesay, your husband's come!" The young wife stood one moment transfixed; she turned pale, afterwards crimson, and then, uttering a cry of joy, sprang to the door sprang into her husband's arms.
"You must be jesting with me, Angus. I don't know much about money, but I know we are not rich enough to keep up a Hall." "We were not, but we are now, I am happy to say," answered Captain Rothesay, with some triumph. "Rich! very rich! and you never told me?" Sybilla's hands fell on her knee, and it was doubtful which expression was dominant in her countenance womanly pain, or womanly indignation.
"Bless the child," said Dorcas to herself, "how her head does run on Miss Sybilla's cuckoo. It's really wonderful. There's more in such things than some people think." But aloud she only replied "It's Dorcas, missie. No fairy, only old Dorcas come to comfort you a bit. Listen, missie.
"Can I be of service to you in any way in this matter, my lady?" she asked. "You?" in proud surprise. "Certainly not. I wish to be alone, Miss Silver. Be good enough to go." Sybilla's little brown fist clinched itself furiously, once on the landing outside. "I can't humble her!" she thought. "I can't make her fear me. I can't triumph over her, do what I will.
Sybilla's swift, deft fingers disrobed the moody lady, loosened the elaborate structure of hair, brushed it out, and all the while she sat frowning angrily at the fire. "There was a young lady at the hall a Miss Hunsden," she said, at last, breaking out in spite of herself "and the exhibition she made was perfectly disgraceful.
It was quite dark before prudent Mr. Parmalee, notwithstanding Sybilla's assurance that the baronet was away from home, ventured within the great entrance gates of the park. He was not, as he said himself, a coward altogether; but he had a lively recollection of the pummeling he had already received, and a wholesome dread of the scientific hitting of this strong-fisted young aristocrat.
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