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It rather interests me; there's an eminence of baseness in it." "So there is," said Carrington, with pleased assent, "especially to one who knows, as I do, how Reginald hated his uncle, living-how he hates his memory, dead. However, he did this, and did it well; but it was only half his task. Lady Verner would keep herself clear of Lady Eversleigh, but she must be kept clear of Douglas Dale."
Verner been in the habit of going out of doors himself, he would have seen this, and not kept the man on a week. The former bailiff had died suddenly. He, the bailiff, had given some little power to Roy during his lifetime; had taken him on as a sort of inferior helper; and Mr. Verner, put to shifts by the bailiffs death, had allowed Roy so to continue.
"If he comes back, he comes back to Verner's Pride?" pursued Lady Verner in a low tone, breaking the pause which had ensued. "Yes. Verner's Pride is his." "And what shall you do? Turned, like a beggar, out on the face of the earth?" Like a beggar? Ay, far more like a beggar than Lady Verner, in her worst apprehension, could picture.
"Do you know that I have heard from Australia?" asked Mrs. Verner. The words aroused him thoroughly. "Have you? I did not know it." "I wonder Mary Tynn did not tell you. The letters came this morning. If you look about" turning her eyes on the tables and places "you will find them somewhere."
His greeting was an accusation of me of me! that it was I who had played false with Rachel. He had proof, he said. One of the house-girls had seen one of us three young men coming from the scene that night and he, Stephen Verner, knew it could only be me.
West to keep you in order, and I shall do it." Dr. West's was not the only departure from Deerham that was projected for that day. The other was that of Lionel Verner. Fully recovered, he had deemed it well to waste no more time.
Fred Massingbird's dead, poor fellow; he died of fever three weeks after they landed; and you are master of Verner's Pride." Lionel Verner could scarcely believe in his own identity.
The London season is at its height." Lucy laughed and blushed somewhat consciously. She thought she should not care about the London season; but she did not say so to Lady Verner. Lady Verner resumed. "Sir Henry wishes me to accompany you, Lucy. I suppose I must do so. What a vast deal we shall have to think of to-day! We shall be able to do nothing to-morrow when Sir Henry is here."
But there was very probably an undercurrent of consciousness in the heart of both at any rate, there was in his that it might have been more expedient, all things considered, that Lucy Tempest's place at dinner had not been fixed by the side of Lionel Verner. Dinner was half over when Sibylla suddenly laid down her knife and fork, and burst into tears. They looked at her in consternation.
If she is a lady, she's not a fine one," added Jan, "and I shall be just as quiet and comfortable as I have been in the old place. She says she'll see to the housekeeping and to my shirts, and " Jan stopped. They had come up with Lady Verner, and Mary Elmsley. Lionel spoke laughingly. "So Jan is appreciated at last!" Lady Verner lifted her hands with a deprecatory movement.
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