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"I suppose there's nothing left for mamma, or for Jan?" "Mamma did not expect anything left for her, Decima. Don't go away, Lucy," he added, arresting Lucy Tempest, who, with good taste, was leaving them alone. "Stay and hear how poor I am; all Deerham knows it by this time." Lucy remained. Decima, her beautiful features a shade paler than usual, turned her serene eyes on Lionel.
"I do not know," replied Decima. She quitted the room and went down to the carriage, which had waited for her. Mrs. Verner and Lucy heard it drive away again as quickly as it had driven up. As it turned the corner and pursued its way up the road, past the window they were looking from, but at some distance from it, they fancied they saw the form of Decima inside, looking out at them.
Obiit quarta et decima Feb. ann. Dom. MCCVIII. Requiescat in pace." Monk did not lose a single word.
"Hold your tongue, Lionel. You must do it. Here she is." "I could not find Decima, Lady Verner," said Lucy, entering. "When I had been all over the house for her, Catherine told me Miss Decima had gone out. She has gone to Clay Lane on some errand for Jan." "Oh, of course for Jan!" resentfully spoke Lady Verner. "Nothing else, I should think, would take her to Clay Lane. You see, Lionel!"
After being triumphantly routed with great slaughter on two or three occasions, the enemy had discovered this, and decided mentally that it was more discreet to let "little Miss Crewe" alone, considering that, though it was humiliating to be routed, even by one of their own forces, it was infinitely more so to be routed by an innocent-looking young person, whose position was questionable, and who actually owed her vague shadow of respectability to her distant but august relative, the Lady Augusta Decima Crewe Bilberry, wife of the Rev.
His voice rung out to the ends of the room, and a sudden stillness fell upon it; his words may have been taken as a covert reproof to Mrs. Verner. They were not meant as such. There was no living woman of whom Lord Garle thought so highly as he thought of Decima Verner; and he had spoken in his mind's impulse. Sibylla believed he had purposely flung a shaft at her.
How can you ask me, Lionel? I should get my face chapped irretrievably. If Decima cannot go, you must go alone." "But how shall I know Miss Tempest?" "You must find her out," said Lady Verner. "Her mother was as tall as a giantess; perhaps she is the same. Is Decima much hurt?" "She thinks it is only a sprain. We have sent for Jan." "For Jan!
"Lionel," said his mother to him, "you must stop here for the rest of the day, and help to entertain her." "Why, what can I do towards it?" responded Lionel. "You can do something. You can talk. They have got Decima into her room, and I must be up and down with her. I don't like leaving Lucy alone the first day she is in the house; she will take a prejudice against it.
But nothing of the kind happened, although on two occasions I thought the wished moment had come. The first occasion was at a big gathering of gauchos when Barboza was asked and graciously consented to sing a decima a song or ballad consisting of four ten-line stanzas. Now Barboza was a singer but not a player on the guitar, so that an accompanist had to be called for.
If Sibylla mentioned it to me, I forgot it." Sibylla had not mentioned it. But Lionel would rather take any blame to himself than suffer a shade of it to rest upon her. "Mrs. Verner called yesterday, and invited us. I declined for myself. I should have declined for Decima, but I did not think it right to deprive Lucy of the pleasure, and she could not go alone.
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