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Updated: May 8, 2025
As the car turned out of The Precincts into High Street a nasty corner Lord Tybar, alone of the three, one hand on the steering wheel, half turned in his seat and twirled the silver-grey bowler in gay farewell. Or mockery?
Lady Tybar had taken it or it had taken Lady Tybar out of danger in a sideways bound, and horse and rider remained precisely where the sideways bound had taken them as if it were exactly where they had intended to go all that morning, and as if they were now settled there for all time as a living equestrian statue, a singularly striking and beautiful statue. "We are up here," said Lady Tybar.
She said, "I know you did. We met Lord Tybar." And he thought, "Good lord! She was trying to catch me." She went on, "You never told me you'd met them. Wasn't that funny?" "If you'd just think a little you'd see there was nothing funny about it. You found the letter so amazingly funny that, to tell you the truth, I'd had about enough of the Tybars. And I've had about enough of them."
But her face was much more than beautiful to Sabre. Until this moment, standing there with his bicycle, she on her beautiful horse, he had not seen her, nor Lord Tybar, for two years. They had been travelling.
Now I'm being pitched into the street to let Lord Tybar have a house that's no more his than the man in the moon's. D'you call that right?" "No, I don't," said Sabre, but with a tinge of impatience. "I call it rotten." Twyning seemed surprised. "Do you, though? Well, how about that book? I mean to say " "I shall say so in the book. Or as good as say so." Twyning pondered. "Shall you, by Jove?
They look so dashed handsome, the pair of them. And always that bantering talk. Nona chose deliberately between Tybar and me. I know she did. She loved me, till he came along. It's old. Ten years old. I can look at it. She chose deliberately. I can see her choosing: 'Tybar or Marko? oh, dash it, Tybar. And she chose right. She's just his mate. He's just her mate. They're a pair.
As the horse turned with the staggering motions proper to its burden of years and infirmity, Mabel inquired, "What was Lady Tybar talking to you about all that time?" He said, "Oh, just saying good-by." But he was thinking, "That's a fourth question: Why did you say, 'Oh, Marko, do write to me'? Or was that the answer to the other questions, although I never asked them?" He did not write to her.
The spectators looked up at Nona's call; Lord Tybar ceased the handle and looked up with his engaging smile; the uncommonly pretty woman removed her fingers from her ears and also turned upwards her uncommonly pretty face. "Hullo!" called Lord Tybar. "Did you happen to hear my sighs?" "That appalling noise!" said Nona. "You ought to be prosecuted!"
"And to a mere loathsome bloodsucker, too," Lord Tybar interposed. "Yes, especially to a bloodsucker. Just remember to say Nona, will you, otherwise there'll be a cruel scene between us. I told you about it before I went away. You don't suppose Tony minds, do you?" "And Sabre," said Lord Tybar, "what the devil does it matter what a bloated robber minds, anyway? That's the way to look at me, Sabre.
Of her hair Lady Tybar had said frequently, from her girlhood upwards, that it was "a most sickening nuisance." She bound it tightly as if to punish and be firm with the sickening nuisance that it was to her. And these close, gleaming plaits and coils children also liked to touch with their soft fingers. Her name was Nona.
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