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In fact, Tyrell created considerable of a sensation, and ate his host's ices, and drank his wine, with a degree of nonchalance that charmed the ladies and disgusted the gentlemen.
Miss Tyrell coldly admitted an obvious fact, and stepping out into the road to avoid spoiling a small maiden's next move at "hop scotch," returned to the pavement to listen to a somewhat lengthy dissertation upon the game in question. "What did you want to say to me?" she asked at length, turning and regarding him.
"I was going to take care of them for you," he said, awkwardly. "I came to look after a pipe I thought I'd left here." "I saw you taking care of them," was the reply. There was a pause, during which Miss Tyrell took a seat and, folding her hands in her lap, gazed at him with the calm gaze which comes of perfect misdoing and the feminine determination not to own up to it.
"A quick passage and a safe return," said Fraser. "Good-night." Poppy Tyrell just gave him her small hand, and that was all. Flower, giving him a hearty grip, accompanied him as far as the door of the room. He looked back as he gained the pavement, and the last he saw of them they were sitting at the open window. Flower leaned out and waved his hand in farewell, but Poppy made no sign.
Miss Tyrell, with her toes on the fender, gazed in a contemplative fashion at the fire. "I didn't know " began Fraser, who was still standing. He cleared his voice and began again. "I didn't know whether you would rather I left off coming," he said, slowly. Her gaze travelled slowly from the fire to his face. "You must please yourself," she said, quietly.
Fraser bounded from his chair, and stood regarding the intruder with a countenance in which every feature was outvying the other in amazement. "I thought you were on the Golden Cloud," he stammered. Miss Tyrell shook her head and looked down. "I missed the ship," she said, pensively. "Missed the ship?" shouted the other; "missed the ship? Did Flower miss it too?"
Tell him about the other, and that you intend to marry her. It'll be beat in the long run, and fairer to Miss Tyrell, too." "You don't know my uncle as well as I do," retorted the skipper. "He's as obstinate an old fool as ever breathed. If I did as you say I should lose everything.
"I'd left it open," said Miss Tyrell, thoughtfully; "I hadn't definitely accepted Captain Martin's invitation. You jump at conclusions so, but of course when I found that Captain Flower had shipped before the mast for my sake, why, I had to go." "So you had," said Fraser, staring. "There was no help for it," continued Miss Tyrell. "Didn't seem like it," said the more accurate Fraser.
"Round this side," he cried, hastily, as he gave up the tickets, and, followed by Miss Tyrell, quickly secured a couple of seats at the end of the front row. "Best seats in the house almost," said Poppy, cheerfully. "Where are the others?" said Fraser, looking round. "Coming on behind, I suppose," said Poppy glancing over her shoulder.
Henry VII assuredly did not for a long time treat him as a criminal; for not only did he hold under Henry the office of captain of Guisnes, but he was employed by the King in an expedition against Flanders. Nay, even after Warbeck had been taken and confessed his imposture, Tyrell was employed on an important embassy to Maximilian, King of the Romans.
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