The Tysons (Mr. and Mrs. Nevill Tyson)

en he was alive, she might show some

t is to say, none percepti

I wish I could be with you, but I'm kept in this infernal place till the beginning of next

brief, as telegrams must be. "Died yesterday

ne word-"Impossible." She flushed vi

one when they lowered him into his grave and piled flowers and earth upon him; none when, as th

tlemen, if they take their hats off. Some don't; and very sensible too. They catch such awful colds at funerals, standing about in their wet feet, and no one likes to be the first to put up an umbrella. I didn't see Captain Stanistreet in the church-did you?-nor yet at the grave. Rather strange of him. I think under the circumstances he might have come-Nevill's oldest friend. Did you know Miss Batchelor was in church! She was. Not in the chancel-away at the back. You couldn't see her. I think it showed very

ng, if he only knew! Well, it shows what they think of you and Nevill. You've got mud on your skirt, dear-off the wheel getting into the carriage. Pinker should have been more careful. How wise you were to get that good serge. It's everlasting. At any rate it'll last you as long as you want it. Ah-h! My poor child"-she laid her hand on Mrs. Nevill Tyson's averted shoulder-"you'll not fret, will you, now? No-you're too brave, I know. The more I think of it the mor

the place where the coffin had rested. Mrs. Nevi

e more endears.' Who was it? I don't know how it goes on; I've such a head for poetry. They kissed-kissed-kisse

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ht you s

of it Mrs. Wilcox had never ceased talking. At last they reached home. The blinds

y upstairs, then she turned into the library. The room was

thetic after torture. She had closed the doo

s bent low over his hands, so that she could not see it well; but at

Stani

d started wh

, and I was just writing a note to you. I was g

and her hat. She leaned her elbow on the table and her head upon her hand. "Don't go," she said. "I only came in here to get away

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think he

l when I saw

he keeps away. You

I don't want to

rcely. "I told him-and he do

reast heaved; she hid

ad! And I said I didn't wa

air. "I'm so sorry," he said belo

herself to her feet. She was clingin

aid at last, "I

nd his control. It had not happened by his will. She was Tyson's wife. Yes; and this was the third time he had been thrust into Tyson's place. Why

nly, like a startled child. She looked down at the h

d and went from him, brushing past