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Greetings had been exchanged; his apologies for his blundering descent upon them laughed at. Lord Tybar was saying, "Well, it's a tiger of a place, this Garden Home of yours, Sabre " "It's not mine," said Sabre. "God forbid." "Ah, you've not got the same beautiful local patriotism that I have. It's one of my most elegant qualities, my passionate devotion to my countryside.
Trample me underfoot, my boy. I'm a pestilent survivor of the feudal system, aren't I, Nona?" "Absolutely. So, Marko, don't be a completer noodle than you already are." "Ah, you're getting it now." Lord Tybar murmured. "I'm a noodle, too, the Searchlight says."
He jumped up and flung out his hands. 'Look here Look here Censure! Censure! Cens ! "Dropped back on his seat like he was shot. Twisted himself up. Sat rocking. "Court cleared in less than no time. Me left in my corner. This Lady Tybar. Sabre, twisted up. Bobby or two. I began to come forward. Sabre looks up. Looks round. Gets his hat. Collects his old stick. Starts to hobble out.
Nona?" "Yes, Nona, if you like. Lady Tybar." "Why, she always has. You know that." Mabel put the rose into a specimen vase with immense care and touched a speck off its petals with her fingers. "I really didn't." "Mabel, you know you do. You must have heard her." "Well, I may have. But long ago. I certainly didn't know she used it in letters." He felt he was growing angry.
"And our talk." "Now throw yourself in front, any boy who wants to be killed," Lord Tybar called to the idlers. "No corpses to-day?" He let in the clutch. "Good-by, Sabre. Good-by, good-by." He waved his hand airily. The big car slid importantly up the street. Sabre watched them pass out of sight.
He looked so genuinely rueful and abashed that Sabre laughed; and then said to Nona, "Why is elegant 'yours', Lady Tybar?" She made a little pouting motion at him with her lips. "Marko, I wish to goodness you wouldn't call me Lady Tybar. Dash it, we've called one another Nona and Marko for about a thousand years, long before I ever knew Tony. And just because I'm married "
Lady Tybar, who is a superb horsewoman, descending a precipice on her beautiful half-bred Derry and Toms, a winner at several shows." Derry and Toms stepped down off the bank with complete assurance and superb dignity.
"Lovely. Who was your letter from, Mark?" He thought, "How on earth did she know?" He had forgotten it himself. "How ever did you know? From Lady Tybar. They're back." "I saw you from the window with the postman. Lady Tybar! Whatever was she writing to you about?" He somehow did not like this.
"And you're living on estates which your brutal ancestors ravaged from the people. That's what you are, Tony. I showed it you in the Searchlight yesterday. And, I say, don't use 'elegant'; that's mine." "Oh, by gad, yes, so I am," said Lord Tybar. "Bloodsucker! Good lord, fancy being a bloodsucker!"
She was going out to war work in France in Tony's name she had presented a fleet of ambulance cars to a Red Cross unit and she was going out to drive one and she was coming down to look at things at Northrepps before she left. On the following day Tidborough, opening its newspapers, shook hands with itself in all its houses, shops and offices on its own special and most glorious V.C., Lord Tybar.
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