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He gives a list of places and things to be especially seen there, among them the cottage of Sylvia Robson of Sylvia's Lovers, and No 1 St. It was at Whitby when Ainger and his nieces were there with the du Mauriers that they were once delighted by seeing "Trilby Drops" advertised in a little village sweet-shop.
Chester in the darkness felt himself flushing. With a diffident, awkward gesture he took Sylvia's hand in his and then he uttered an exclamation of surprise and concern. The hand he held was quite cold cold and nerveless to the touch, as if all that constitutes life had gone out of it. "My dear girl!" he exclaimed. "I'm afraid those people frightened you badly?
She fixed her bright little eyes on Sylvia's face. Sylvia looked at Chester; she was smiling; he thought she would like him to accept. "That is very kind of you," he said cordially. Sylvia nodded her head gaily: "You are more than kind, dear Madame Wachner," she exclaimed. "We shall be delighted to come! I thought of taking Mr. Chester a drive through the Forest of Montmorency.
Almost to his surprise, Sylvia's greeting to the new comer was as cold as his own. She stood rather behind him; so perhaps she did not see the hand which Kinraid stretched out towards her, for she did not place her own little palm in it, as she had done to Philip an hour ago.
While the father, seated in a stately arm-chair, read aloud to his wife and children, Sylvia's eyes rested on a guitar-case in the corner, and her fingers absently adjusted themselves to the imaginary frets. De Courcy twisted his neck as if the straight collar of his coat were a bad fit, and Henry, the youngest boy, nodded drowsily from time to time.
Hester groaned in heart over the remembrance of Sylvia's words, 'I can niver forgive him the wrong he did to me, that night when Hester had come, and clung to her, making the sad, shameful confession of her unreturned love. What could ever bring these two together again?
The next morning, Sylvia's face was a little redder than usual when Harry Donkin's bow-legs were seen circling down the path to the house door. 'Here's Donkin, for sure! exclaimed Bell, when she caught sight of him a minute after her daughter. 'Well, I just call that lucky! for he'll be company for thee while Sylvia and me has to turn th' cheeses.
The rest of Sylvia's young ladies immediately followed, and the congregation waited until all the rest of the white folks passed out, before crowding to the carriage to congratulate "Brothah and Sistah Robinson."
"Answer Sylvia's question, Daniel," the old lady replied. "Yes; I learned later what it was. And Aunt Sally knows." "Tell me; tell me what you know about it," commanded Sylvia gravely, and her voice was clear now. Dan hesitated. He rose and stood with his arm resting on the mantel. "It's all right, Daniel. Now that Sylvia has asked, she must know just what we know," said Mrs. Owen.
Sylvia was thought to be the torch which attracted them, and it was agreed that Sylvia's father knew how to persuade them to drink copiously of beverages which they paid for themselves, and to manipulate the cards to his own advantage in the games which were introduced after a sufficient number of drinks had been served.
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