Verner's Pride eBook

Ellen Wood (author)
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,003 pages of information about Verner's Pride.

Verner's Pride eBook

Ellen Wood (author)
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,003 pages of information about Verner's Pride.
Pride, amidst his leases and papers; and Lucy in Clay Lane, paying visits with Decima from cottage to cottage.  Not possessing one of those admirable instruments—­if somebody at the West End would but set up a stock of them for sale, what a lot of customers he’d have!—­Sibylla was content to cherish the mental view she had conjured up, and to improve upon it.  All the afternoon she kept improving upon it, until she worked herself up to that agreeable pitch of distorted excitement when the mind does not know what is real, and what fancy.  It was a regular April day; one of sunshine and storm; now the sun shining out bright and clear; now, the rain pattering against the panes; and Sibylla wandered from room to room, upstairs and down, as stormy as the weather.

Had her dreams been types of fact?  Upon glancing from the window, during a sharper shower than any they had yet had, she saw her husband coming in at the large gates, Lucy Tempest on his arm, over whom he was holding an umbrella.  They were walking slowly; conversing, as it seemed, confidentially.  It was quite enough for Mrs. Verner.

But it was a very innocent, accidental meeting, and the confidential conversation was only about the state of poor old Matthew Frost.  Lionel had taken Clay Lane on his road home for the purpose of inquiring after old Matthew.  There, standing in the kitchen, he found Lucy.  Decima was with the old man, and it was uncertain how long she would stay with him; and Lucy, who had no umbrella, was waiting for the shower to be over to get back to Deerham Court.  Lionel offered her the shelter of his.  As they advanced through the courtyard, Lucy saw Sibylla at the small drawing-room window—­the ante-room, as it was called—­and nodded a smiling greeting to her.  She did not return it, and Lionel saw that his wife looked black as night.

They came in, Lucy untying her bonnet-strings, and addressing Sibylla in a pleasant tone—­

“What a sharp storm!” she said.  “And I think it means to last, for there seems no sign of its clearing up.  I don’t know how I should have come, but for Mr. Verner’s umbrella.”

No reply from Mrs. Verner.

“Decima is with old Matthew Frost,” continued Lucy, passing into the drawing-room; “she desired that we would not wait dinner for her.”

Then began Sibylla.  She turned upon Lionel in a state of perfect fury, her temper, like a torrent, bearing down all before it—­all decency, all consideration.

“Where have you been?  You and she?”

“Do you allude to Lucy?” he asked, pausing before he replied, and looking at her with surprise.  “We have been nowhere.  I saw her at old Frost’s as I came by, and brought her home.”

“It is a falsehood!” raved Sibylla.  “You are carrying on a secret intimacy with each other.  I have been blind long enough, but—­”

Lionel caught her arm, pointing in stern silence to the drawing-room door, which was not closed, his white face betraying his inward agitation.

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