Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 17, 2025
If anything came up to the house, leases, deeds, other papers, she would say: "Tynn, see to it," or "Tynn, take it over to Mr. Lionel Verner, and ask what's to be done." Lionel never refused to say. She was sitting back in Mr. Verner's old chair, now, filling it a great deal better than he used to do. Lionel took her hand cordially. Every time he saw her he thought her looking bigger and bigger.
He was opening his letters, three or four of which lay in a stack. He had gone out in the morning before the post was in. Tynn knocked at the door and entered, bringing a note. "Where's this from?" asked Lionel, taking it from the salver. Another moment, and he had recognised the handwriting of his mother. "From Deerham Court, sir. My lady's footman brought it.
He gave a few brief orders to Mrs. Tynn and to his own servant, and quitted the house. Neither afraid of ghosts nor thieves, he took the field way, the road which led by the Willow Pond. It was a fine, cold night, his mind was unsettled, his blood was heated, and the lonely route appeared to him preferable to the one through the village.
In his wandering he came upon Tynn, placing good things upon one of the tables, which was laid in an alcove. "When's the feasting going to begin?" asked he. "Not until Mr. Verner shall have come," replied Tynn. "The people will be wanting to cheer him; and they can't do that well, if they are busy round the tables, eating." "Who's the feast intended for?" resumed Master Cheese.
She had assured those who were searching that there was no need to do so, for the drawer had been locked up at the time the codicil was made, and the deed could not have been put into it. They accepted her assurance, and did not look between the shirts. It puzzled Mrs. Tynn, now, to think how it could have got in.
"I will put things on a better footing," impulsively exclaimed Lionel. "I care not what the cost may be, or how it may fall upon my comforts, do it I will. I declare, I feel as if the girl's blight lay at my own door!" Again he and his reflections were interrupted by Tynn. "Roy has come up, sir, and is asking to see you." "Roy! Let him come in," replied Lionel. "I want to see him."
"Tynn says she remembers, when that Brother Jarrum was here in the spring, that Nancy made frequent excuses for going to Deerham in the evening," resumed Sibylla. "She thinks it must have been to frequent those meetings in Peckaby's shop." "I thought the man, Jarrum, had gone off, leaving the mischief to die away," observed Lionel. "So did everybody else," said Jan.
Tynn was summoned; and when she found what was amiss, she grew excited; fearing, possibly, that the blame might in some way fall upon her. Saving Lionel himself, she was the only one who had been alone with Mr. Verner; of course, the only one who could have had an opportunity of tampering with the desk. And that, only when the patient slept.
Tynn watched the picking up process, and listened to the various ejaculations that accompanied it, in much grimness. "What a sight of money those things must have cost!" cried she. "What that matter?" returned the lady's-maid. "The purse of a milor Anglais can stand anything." "What did she buy them for?" went on Tynn. "For what purpose?" "Bon!" ejaculated Mademoiselle. "She buy them to wear.
"You could not think so." "You have the right. Had Fred come home, he would have had the right. But I'd hardly reconcile myself to any other house how." "It is a right which I should never exercise," said Lionel. "I shall mostly keep my room," resumed Mrs. Verner; "perhaps wholly keep it: and Mary Tynn will wait upon me. The servants will be yours, Lionel. In fact, they are yours; not mine.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking