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On the previous night, while Jimmie and Sir Lucius were dining at Morley's, Victor Nevill emerged from his rooms in Jermyn street, and walked briskly to Piccadilly Circus. He looked quite unlike the spruce young man of fashion who was wont to disport himself in the West End at this hour, for he wore tweeds, a soft hat, and a rather shabby overcoat.
Nevill Tyson, in amazing garments, sat and prattled to him in the dog-cart, while Tyson followed the hounds; yet for the life of him he could not tell whether she was really very infantile or only very deep. You see she was Tyson's wife. It must be said she gave him every opportunity for clearing his ideas on the subject, and if he did not know, other people might be allowed to make mistakes.
All these moral dissertations have been called forth because Vera Nevill went to stay for a week at Shadonake. If she had known what we none of us know the future, she doubtless would have stayed away. Fate a beneficent fate, indeed made, I am bound to confess, a valiant effort in her behalf.
XXXIII., p. 17, may be found the following note, after a mention of Lady Purbeck: "Sir Robert Howard died April 22, 1653, and was buried at Clunn in Shropshire, leaving issue by Catherine Nevill, his Wife, 3 sons, who, I presume, he married after the Lady Purbeck's death which happened 8 years before his own. Mitton. Sir Robert was 5th Son to Thomas, Earl of Suffolk, Lord Treasurer of England."
Stafford, Baron Stafford, reduced to want; he is heir to the family of the Dukes of Buckingham, who were hereditary Constables of England. Gray, Baron Gray of Wilton. Scroop, Baron Scroop of Boulton. Sutton, Baron Dudley. Stourton, Baron Stourton. Nevill, Baron Latimer, died some years since without heirs male; the title controverted. Lumley, Baron Lumley. Blunt, Baron Montjoy. Ogle, Baron Ogle.
Then he felt better, and lay back in his chair biting his mustache meditatively. "By the way, did Morley say whether he'd support Ringwood! The fellow's a publican, likewise a sinner, but we must rush him in for the District Council." "Why?" asked Mrs. Nevill Tyson, trying hard to be interested. "Why?
He had turned towards her, smiling darkly, and all her face flashed back a happy smile. Surely, oh surely, Mrs. Nevill Tyson was the soul of indiscretion; for at that moment Miss Batchelor, trotting past with Lady Morley, looked from them to her companion and smiled too. That smile was the first stone. Miss Batchelor acknowledged them with a curt little nod, and Mrs.
The upshot of our conversation will astonish you. I feel sure, when you hear it, you will think we can talk freely about our business to Captain Sabine." Stephen said something polite and vague. He was interested, of course, but would have preferred to tell his adventure to Nevill alone. "Monsieur Caird and I made acquaintance, and have been chatting all the afternoon," volunteered Sabine.
Nevill Tyson was as innocent as one was bound to suppose, why did she not come back to Drayton, to her mother? That was the proper thing for her to do under the circumstances. Have you ever sat by the seashore playing with pebbles in an idle mood?
Nevill had overlooked the trifling fact that Pinker, the footman, while to all outward appearance absorbed in emptying a coal-scuttle, was listening with all his ears. Pinker was an intelligent fellow, interested in local politics, still more interested in the affairs of his master and mistress. The dust upon those visiting-cards had provided Pinker with much matter for reflection.
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