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It was almost eleven when she reached the Court, but they watched the night through in that house of mourning. Leaving the fly before the front entrance, Sybilla stole round to that side door she had used the memorable night of March tenth. She admitted herself without difficulty, and proceeded at once to Lady Kingsland's sick-room. She tapped lightly at the door.
The duchy of Cleves felt particularly aggrieved; and Sybilla, the sister of the duke, a real heroine in a glorious cause, so worked on the excited passions of the people by her eloquence and her tears that she persuaded all the orders of the state to unite against the odious enemy.
And so, while the babe smiled, there came to its face such an angel-brightness, that it shone into the mother's careless heart. For the first time since that mournful day which had so changed her nature, Sybilla Rothesay sat down and kissed the child of her own accord.
But Margaret, grateful for that which the Lady Sybilla had done for them at Machecoul, spurred her steed and rode thwartwise to intercept her. "Sybilla," she said, "you will come with us to Scotland. I have many castles there, and, they tell me, a princessdom of mine own. We shall all be happy together and forget these ill times. Maud and I can never repay that which you have done for us."
If you want to see him you must come now." "Then you think there's a chance? She nodded. He turned and looked at Wyant, who was writing assiduously. "You will stay here, Sybilla; I shall be back in a moment." He hurried out, locking the door behind him.
forgetting that at thirty-five he should need a sensible woman to be his trustworthy sympathising wife, the careful and thoughtful mistress of his household. When hard experience had made him old and wise, even a little before his time, he came home expecting to find her old and wise too. The hope failed. He found Sybilla as he had left her a very child.
Margaret Douglas flicked her steed impatiently, causing the spirited little beast to curvet. "I think it is very ill-done of you not to come to Scotland with us," she said petulantly, "when we would have been so good to you!" "Too good, too kind," said the Lady Sybilla, very gently; "such kindness is not for such as I am.
Her back was partly turned to the American, whom she had met without the faintest shade of recognition. Sybilla Silver, eager and expectant of she knew not what, lingered and looked likewise. The "views" were really very good, and there was an abundance of them White Mountain and Hudson River scenery, Niagara, Nahant, Southern and Western scenes.
And then, looking in his face by daylight, Sybilla had opportunity to see how changed he was. He had become a grave, middle-aged man. She could not understand it. He had never told her of any cares, and he was little more than thirty. She felt almost vexed at him for growing so old; nay, she even said so, and began to pull out a few grey hairs that defaced the beauty of his black curls.
And as often as he was not looking at her, the eyes of the Lady Sybilla rested on Lord Douglas with a strange expression in their deeps. The colour in her cheek came and went. The vermeil of her lip flushed and paled alternate, from the pink of the wild rose-leaf to the red of its autumnal berry.
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