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"May your falsity never come home to you!" broke from Lionel, in the bitterness of his anguish. And he strode from the room without another word or look, and quitted the house. Deerham could not believe the news. Verner's Pride could not believe it. Nobody believed it, save Lady Verner, and she was only too thankful to believe it and hug it.
There ain't no time to be lost, neither; so I'll come down at once and choose it." "What has happened?" was the wondering rejoinder of Mother Duff. "Never you mind, just yet. I'll tell you about it afore the week's out." And, accordingly, before the week was out, all Deerham was regaled with the news; full particulars.
If I should be done up some unlucky day for the want of a twenty-pound note, you won't refuse to let me have it, for old times' sake?" "Very well," laughed Lionel. And so they parted. And Verner's Pride was quit of Mr. John Massingbird, and Deerham of its long-looked-upon bête noir, old Grip Roy. Luke had gone forward to make arrangements for the sailing, as he had done once before; and Mrs.
Deerham spoke out pretty broadly, as to the main facts, although the rumoured details were varied and obscure. It declared that some of Dr. West's doings at Chalk Cottage had not been orthodox, and that discovery had followed.
Give her a chance to get well. I'll see that she gets up fast enough, when she is fit for it." Parkes touched his peaked cap as Jan turned away. It was very rare that Jan came out with a lecture; and when he did, the sufferers did not like it. A sharp word from Jan Verner seemed to tell home. Jan returned to Sir Henry Tempest, and they walked a way in the direction of Deerham Court.
The Willow Pond, so called from its being surrounded with weeping willows, was situated at the corner of a field, in a retired part of the road, about midway between Verner's Pride and Deerham. There was a great deal of timber about that part; it was altogether as lonely as could be desired.
It was somebody dressed up to frighten you and other timid persons." Dan shook his head. "No, sir, 'twasn't. 'Twas the ghost of Mr. Frederick Massingbird." Strange rumours began to be rife in Deerham.
Matthew was dying of old age, to which we must all succumb, if we live long enough. April was in, and the fever and ague were getting better. News was brought to Lionel one morning that old Matthew was not expected to last through the day. Jan entered the breakfast-room at Deerham Court and told him so. Lionel had been starting to Verner's Pride; but he changed his course towards Clay Lane.
Somewhat different arrangements from what had been originally contemplated were about to be entered on, as regarded Jan. The Misses West had found their school prosper so well during the half-year it had been established that they were desirious of taking the house entirely on their own hands. They commanded the good will and respect of Deerham, if their father did not.
It was the doctor of the neighbourhood, resident at Deerham. He was a fine man in figure, dark and florid in face, but a more impassive countenance could not well be seen, and he had the peculiarity of rarely looking a person in the face. If a patient's eyes were mixed on Dr. West's, Dr. West's were invariably fixed upon something else.
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