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"Was it a joke, what you said to John Massingbird about leaving Deerham?" "It was sober earnest, Lucy. I shall go as soon as I possibly can now." "But why?" she presently asked. "I should have left, as you heard me say, after Mrs. Verner's death, but for one or two considerations.
Very probably. Frederick Massingbird liked to deliberate well when making up his mind to a step; but, that once done, he was wont to lose no time in carrying it out. On this same afternoon, and just about the same hour, Lionel Verner was strolling through Deerham on his way to pay a visit to his mother. Close at the door he encountered Decima well, now and Miss Tempest, who were going out.
He had left the glowing promises of all that awaited them, did they decide to voyage out to New Jerusalem, to take root in the imaginations of his listeners, and absented himself for a time from Deerham. This may have been crafty policy on Brother Jarrum's part; or may have resulted from necessity.
The boy pointed towards Deerham Court, towards Deerham Hall. There was little doubt that Jan was then on his way to the latter. But the question for Lucy was where had Lionel gone? She could not tell; the very speculation upon it was unprofitable, since it could lead to no certainty. Lucy turned homewards, walking quickly.
Between nine and ten he entered hours were early in Deerham and to Mrs. Peckaby's surprise, he was not only sober, but social. "It have turned out a pouring wet night," cried he. And the mood was so unwonted, especially after the episode of the wet grate, that Mrs. Peckaby was astonished into answering pleasantly. "Will ye have some bread and cheese?" asked she. "I don't mind if I do.
The afternoon express-train was steaming into Deerham station, just as Jan Verner was leaping his long legs over rails and stones and shafts, and other obstacles apt to collect round the outside of a halting-place for trains, to get to it. Jan did not want to get to the train; he had no business with it. He only wished to say a word to one of the railway-porters, whose wife he was attending.
Verily, within the last year, Death had made himself at home at Verner's Pride! A cold bright day in mid-winter. Luncheon was just over at Deerham Court, and Lady Verner, Decima, and Lucy Tempest had gathered round the fire in the dining-room. Lucy had a cold.
He is worth shall I tell it you, Lionel? more than all the rest of Deerham put together. Yourself included." "I will indorse the assertion," answered Lionel. "I am glad you are going to have him." "I would have had him, had he asked me, years ago," candidly avowed Lady Mary. "I was inquiring of Jan, whether you would not wish him to give up his profession.
"But you are not going for good, Miss Lucy!" cried Mr. Bitterworth. "She is," replied Lady Verner. "And glad enough, I am sure, she must be, to get away from stupid Deerham. She little thought, when she came to it, that her sojourn in it would be so long as this. I have seen the rebellion, at her having to stop in it, rising often." Mr. Bitterworth went out on the terrace.
The words "walking round the pool" did away with this. For the present, Jan departed. But, if Dan's organs of disclosure are for the present in abeyance, there's no reason why we should not find out what we can for ourselves. You may be very sure that Deerham would not fail to do it. The French madmizel as Mrs. Duff styled her, meaning, of course, Mademoiselle Benoite had called in at Mrs.
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