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The man on the wounded bronco did not arrive until the edge of the sun peeped above the horizon, and I ordered him to remove the saddle and bridle, hitch the animal behind the ambulance, and take a seat beside the driver. Just when we were about to start again, Frank asked permission to run ahead with the field-glass to the rising ground and look for Tyson's Wells.
Nevill Tyson that Drayton Parva had been much concerned on her account; and she asked to see the baby. The next instant she was sorry she had done so, for Tyson, who had continued to be charming, went out of the room when the baby came in. The child was laid in Mrs. Nevill Tyson's lap, and she looked at it with a gay indifference. "Isn't he a queer thing?" said she.
He had come home to stay. To see his wife casually in a crowd, and to fall desperately in love with her for the second time, was a unique experience even in Tyson's life. But it had its danger. He had never been jealous before; now a feeling very like jealousy had been roused by seeing her with Stanistreet.
She had not dared to take it; perhaps she felt she was unworthy. He followed her gaze. "He's very ill," said she. "Look at him." The nurse moved a fold of blanket from the child's face, and Stanistreet gazed at Tyson's son. He tried to speak. "Sh sh " whispered Mrs. Nevill Tyson. "He's sleeping." "Dying, sir," muttered the nurse. The woman drew in her knees, tightening her hold on the child.
Nevill Tyson, in amazing garments, sat and prattled to him in the dog-cart, while Tyson followed the hounds; yet for the life of him he could not tell whether she was really very infantile or only very deep. You see she was Tyson's wife. It must be said she gave him every opportunity for clearing his ideas on the subject, and if he did not know, other people might be allowed to make mistakes.
He slowed up, listened to my account of our perplexities, and after saying many hopeful and cheering things, telling us that Tyson's Wells were now not far ahead, he galloped swiftly away in the darkness. At midnight the road ascended to a considerably higher level and became suddenly hard and smooth.
Tyson's indiscretion; but her husband was held to have saved his honor by his spirited ejection of Captain Stanistreet, and he was respected accordingly. Meanwhile the hero of this charming fiction was unconscious of the fine figure he cut. He was preoccupied with the unheroic fact, the ridiculous cause of a still more ridiculous quarrel.
"'Hence they proceeded one day's journey, a distance of five parasangs, and fell in with the barbarians, might well be said of this trip, for a fact." "Hadn't you better travel with me the rest of the way?" "I think we have seen the last of the Apaches. They do not range south and west of here. Good-bye, sir." "Good-bye, until we meet at Tyson's Wells."
Stanistreet's mind must have been seriously off its balance, otherwise he would never have done this clumsy thing. Tyson strode to his wife's chair and tossed the letter into her lap. "How long has Stanistreet been paying you these little attentions?" She looked up smiling. I am not sure that she did not think this new tone of Tyson's was part of the game they were playing together.
And if you would believe it, she had hung up Tyson's sword over the couch in the dining-room, as a memorial of his deeds in the Soudan. Having furnished her drawing-room, and hung up her husband's sword, Mrs. Nevill Tyson seems to have done nothing noteworthy, but to have sat down and waited for events. She had not long to wait. By the end of the season she was alone in the flat. He had left her.
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