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"Certainly you may." "I should have stayed with Decima until now, talking about mamma, but a gentleman came in." "A gentleman?" echoed Lady Verner. "Yes. Some one tall and very thin. Decima called him Jan. After that, I went to my room again. I could not find it at first," she added, with a pleasant little laugh. "I looked into two; but neither was mine, for I could not see the boxes.
Why had he not thought of it at the time? Breakfast over, Lionel went out, a very coward. A coward, in so far as that he had shrunk from making yet the confession. He was aware that it ought to be done. The presence of Decima and Lucy Tempest had been his mental excuse for putting off the unwelcome task.
She forgot that Lucy was a stranger; she forgot the request of Lionel for silence; and, upon Decima's asking what was amiss, she told all that Lionel loved Sibylla West, and meant to marry her. Decima was too shocked to speak. Lucy turned and looked at Lionel, a pleasant smile shining in her eyes. "She is very pretty; very, very pretty; I never saw any one prettier."
"I have come an a visit, Decima," began he, speaking in a gay tone. "Can you take me in?" She did not understand him, and Lionel saw by the questioning expression of her face that Lady Verner had not made public the contents of his note to her; he saw that they were ignorant of the return of Sibylla. The fact that they were so seemed to rush over his spirit as a refreshing dew.
"You are going out this evening, I see?" He made the remark as a question, noticing her dress; and Lucy, gathering her senses about her, and relapsing into her calm composure, looked somewhat surprised. "We are going to dinner to Verner's Pride; I and Decima. Did you not expect us?" "I did not know it," he was obliged to answer. "Mrs.
Lionel, Lord Garle, Decima, and young Bitterworth he was generally called young Bitterworth, in contradistinction to his father, who was "old Bitterworth" formed another group; Sir Rufus Hautley was talking to the Countess of Elmsley; and Lucy Tempest sat apart near the window. Sir Rufus had but just moved away from Lucy, and for the moment she was alone.
Taking up the poker, he stirred the fire into a blaze. Then he put it down and turned to her, as she stood on the hearth-rug. "Decima!" It was only a simple name; but Sir Edmund's whole frame was quivering with emotion as he spoke it. He clasped her to him with a strangely fond gesture, and bent his face on hers. "I left my farewell on your lips when I quitted you, Decima.
Verner has sent for me, and there are the regular patients." "Dr. West attends Mrs. Verner, Jan," said Decima. "He did," replied Jan. "It is to be myself, now. West is gone." "Gone!" was the universal echo. And Jan gave an explanation. It was received in silence. The rumours affecting Dr. West had reached Deerham Court. "What is the matter with Mrs. Verner?" asked Lionel.
Whatever may be my opinion of Frederick Massingbird's widow, I will not insult her sense of propriety by supposing that she would attempt to remain at Verner's Pride now her aunt is dead. It is absurd of you to ask me to come; neither shall I send Decima. Were I and Decima residing with you, it would not be the place for Sibylla Massingbird. She has her own home to go to." There was no signature.
West sought one more genial. Ranging his eyes over the room, they fell upon Lord Garle, who was still talking with Decima and Lucy. "Which of the two young ladies makes the viscount's attraction, Mr. Verner?" Lionel smiled. "They do not take me into their confidence, sir; any one of the three." "I am sure it is not Decima, papa," spoke up Sibylla. "She's as cold as a stone.
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