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Mrs. Tynn repeatedly assured him that he had been born into the world with one sole quality credulity. Certainly Tynn was unusually inclined to put faith in fair outsides. Not that Roy could boast much of the latter advantage. "What's the matter with Mr. Verner?" he asked of Roy. Roy groaned dismally.
"She couldn't come to an end of them dresses in six months, if she wore three a day, and never put on a dress a second time!" "She want to wear more than three different a day sometimes. And it not the mode now to put on a robe more than once," returned Mademoiselle Benoite carelessly. Tynn could only open her mouth.
While she stood, undecided what reply to make, wishing very much to express her decided opinion upon the extravagance she saw around her, yet deterred from it by remembering that Mrs. Verner was now her mistress, Phoeby entered with the chocolate. The girl put it down on the mantel-piece there was no other place and then made a sign to Mrs. Tynn that she wished to speak with her.
When any great calamity falls suddenly upon us, or the dread of any great calamity, our first natural thought is, how it may be mitigated or averted. It was the thought that occurred to Tynn. The first shock over, digested, as may be said, Tynn began to deliberate whether he could do anything to help his master in the strait; and he went along, turning all sorts of suggestions over in his mind.
It was somewhere about this time that Tynn made his appearance in the dining-room at Verner's Pride, to put away the dessert, and set the tea. The stir woke up Mrs. Verner. "Send Rachel to me," said she, winking and blinking at the tea-cups. "Yes, ma'am," replied Tynn. He left the room when he had placed the cups and things to his satisfaction. He called for Rachel high and low, up and down.
Oh, master! what will be done?" and the man's voice rose to a wail in its anguish. "He may be coming on now to put in his claim to Verner's Pride; to to to all that's in it!" But that Lionel was nerved to self-control, he might have answered with another wail of anguish. His mind filled up the gap of words, that the delicacy of Tynn would not speak. "He may be coming to claim Sibylla."
Vaulting over a gate on the other side the road the very gate through which poor Rachel Frost had glided the night of her death, to avoid meeting Frederick Massingbird and Sibylla West was a tall man. He came, straight across the road, in front of Tynn, and passed through a gap of the hedge, on to the grounds of Verner's Pride.
"Ring the bell and have in Tynn," said she; "his wife also; she found it." Lionel rang. Tynn and his wife both came in, in obedience to the request. Tynn looked at it curiously; and began rehearsing mentally a private lecture for his wife, for acting upon her own responsibility. The seal was broken.
"He's a-going to see her home belike," snarled Roy in soliloquy, following them with angry eyes and slow footsteps. "I must wait till he comes back and be shot to both of 'em!" Tynn left Miss West at her own door, declining the invitation to go in and take a bit of supper with the maids, or a glass of beer.
"Then let's have some grog on the strength of it," was that gentleman's answer. "Tynn says the worry nearly took my mother's life out of her during the time she managed the estate; and it would take it out of mine. If I kept it in my own hands, it would go to the dogs in a twelvemonth. And you'd not thank me for that, Lionel. You are the next heir." "You may take a wife yet."
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