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Nobody was in the house but Lucy Tempest and one or two of the servants. She dressed herself on the quiet, sent for a fly, and went." "And danced!" "And danced," assented Jan. "Her back and shoulders looked like a bag of bones. You might nearly have heard them rattle." "I always said there were moments when Sibylla's mind was not right," composedly observed John Massingbird. "Is there any hope?"
"You are saying it to annoy me. I'll never appeal to you again. Sir Rufus, they did play expressly for me." "It may be bad taste, but I'd rather see the waterworks at St. Cloud than at Versailles," observed a Mr. Gordon, some acquaintance that they had picked up in town, and to whom it had been Sibylla's pleasure to give an invitation. "Cannonby wrote me word last week from Paris "
Jan had despatched Master Cheese by the new railway that morning with the information of Sibylla's illness; and here they were back again, full of grief, of consternation, and ready to show it in their demonstrative way. Lionel hastened out to them, a Hush sh! upon his tongue. He caught hold of them as they were hastening in. "Yes; but not like this. Be still, for her sake."
"I can't be worried with this uncertainty," was Sibylla's answer, spoken anything but courteously. "I am going to make Deborah tell me all she knows, and where she heard it." "But " "I won't be dictated to, Lionel," she querulously stopped him with. "I will go. What is it to you?"
She carried it about with her, ever saying it, through the whole day. She shrank, both for Sibylla's sake and her own, from the task she was imposing upon herself; and, as we all do when we have an unpleasant office to perform, she put it off to the last.
"There was a codicil, you know, superseding it, though it can't be found. Sibylla's your cousin it would be a cruel thing to turn her from her home." "Two masters never answered in a house yet," nodded John. "I'm not going to try it." "Let them stop in Verner's Pride, and you go elsewhere," suggested Jan. John Massingbird laughed for five minutes. "How uncommon young you are, Jan!" said he.
"I shall have to get an assistant, after all, Miss Deb. I find it doesn't answer to go quite without meals and sleep; and that's what I have done lately." "So you have, Mr. Jan. I say every day to Amilly that it can't go on, for you to be walked off your legs in this way. Have you heard the cheering news, Mr. Jan? Sibylla's come home. We are going to her now, at Verner's Pride?"
"But he'd not mind my making you an exception as you have heard it. You are Sibylla's sister." "You don't believe in its being a ghost?" Jan grinned. "I!" cried he. "No, I don't." "Then what do you suppose it is that's frightening people? And why should they be frightened?"
I should be a simpleton to give it up." "Sibylla's pining for it," resumed the doctor, trying what a little pathetic pleading would do. "She will as surely die, unless she can come back to Verner's Pride, as that you and I are at breakfast here." "If you ask my opinion, Uncle West, I should say that she'd die, any way. She looks like it. She's fading away just as the other two did.
"I don't know," returned Jan, speaking for once in his life testily, in the vexation the difficulty brought him. "My belief is that Sibylla's mad. She'd never be so stupid, were she sane." "Go to her, and see what you can do," concluded Lionel, as he turned away. Jan proceeded to Deerham Court, and had an interview with Mrs. Verner.
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