The Tysons eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 189 pages of information about The Tysons.

The Tysons eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 189 pages of information about The Tysons.

It is the last stone that kills; so, you see, there was a certain hesitation about hurling it.  No educated person believes the evidence of servants.  Besides, when it came to the point, one felt too sorry for Nevill Tyson to make up one’s mind to the worst.  So far Miss Batchelor.

Ah, well, he took her away.  The last that was seen of Mrs. Nevill Tyson in Leicestershire was a sad little figure, shrinking away in the corner of a railway carriage, nursing her guilty secret.

CHAPTER XII

A FLAT IN TOWN

Though they had cut them dead lately, it must be confessed that some people found Drayton Parva a very dull place without Mr. and Mrs. Nevill Tyson.  They heard about them sometimes from Sir Peter, who was now in Parliament; and from Miss Batchelor, after her flying visits to the Morleys’ house in town.  Stanistreet, by the way, had his headquarters somewhere in London; and in London Mrs. Nevill Tyson revived.  She had begun all over again.  She had got new clothes, new servants, and a new drawing-room.  An absurd little drawing-room it was, too—­all white paint, muslin draperies, and frivolous gim-crack furniture.  A place, said Miss Batchelor, that it would have been dangerous to smoke a cigarette in.  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.  So ridiculous, when everybody knew that he was nothing but a sort of volunteer (Miss Batchelor had had a brother in “the Service").

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.  She had no clue to his whereabouts; but, other people believed him to be living in another flat—­not alone.

Drayton Parva was alive again with the scandal.  Miss Batchelor, as became the intelligence of Drayton Parva, alone kept calm.  She went about saying that she was not at all surprised to hear it.  Miss Batchelor never was surprised at anything.  She refused to take a part, to commit herself to a definite opinion.  Human nature is a mixed matter, and in these cases there are generally faults on both sides.  Mrs. Nevill Tyson had been—­certainly—­very—­indiscreet.  It was indiscreet of her to go on living in that flat all by herself.  Did Miss Batchelor think there was anything in that report about Captain Stanistreet?  Well, if there wasn’t something in it you would have thought she would have come back to Thorneytoft; her staying in town looked bad under the circumstances.

Poor Mrs. Nevill Tyson, every circumstance made a link in a chain of evidence whose ends were nowhere.

And, indeed, she was not left very long to herself.

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