The Tenants of Malory

its character into that of a narrow rural road, overhung by noble timber,

She’s the most perfectly beautiful girl in England. How I wish some d — d fellow wo

e retreat of the ladies, leaning over the dwarf stone wall,

alory, they saw them enter the wide iron gate and disappe

” exclaimed Sedley, laying hi

at Cardyllian, Tom? Can you come over to Ware — not tomorrow, for I’m

orning; and, for today, he had promised to go to afternoon service with the E

ed him. Having given his order in the hall, he walked into the coffee-room, in which, seated demurely, and quite alone, he found

ney took and shook — for the tradition of homelier, if not kindlier times, still lingered in Cardyllian, and there were friendl

eased to have lighted upon such a gossip, as good Mrs. Jones, the draper, who was waiting for the return of her husba

y has got a tenant in M

onfidential manner; “and I hope— I do indeed—

t tones, and with a mystery and caution worthy

g odd?” asked the youn

ey are very strange; they never come into the town — not once since ever they came to Malory! but dear me! you know, sir, that might be, and yet everything as we

ut what’s the matter

ay more than other places, but we do, and I do not like repeatin’ everything

, perhaps I should tell Lady Verney about it,” said Cleve, who was really curio

ou know, very long,” murmu

I know nothing ab

er saw the gentleman once; he’s never been down to

is sense; d

ime, in the daylight; very odd; he has hired Christmass Owen’s boat, and he goes out in it every night, unless twice, the wind was too high, and Owen didn’t choose to venture his boa

hould

es, indeed, but it is gray, gone

he young gentleman. “They’re not gone gray, a

he Malory accounts in the town is opened in her name. Anne Sheckleton, very reg’lar she is. I have no

didn’t you? that there was somet

t; nothing wrong, no sure, but very odd, s

od deal; isn’t i

s indeed a great deal,” Mrs.

ou know of them, or the pe

om the servant that comes down to order things up from the town —

echoe

what t

heir affairs as they do! By Jove, it is a comfort to fi

all that’s in the house are mad; on

is she m

. I don’t know — mela

the old gentl

the young lady, till after they were two or three days in Malory; and one night comes a carriage, with a madhouse gentleman, they do s

ey commit? They’re not pulling d

y say, manageable. It’s a very sad thing, sir,

I’ve heard that,

ong been my feeling and opinion, dear me! The l

is Malor

every three months, but has the right to keep it tw

. It was they who sat i

old lady; and the young one, didn

wered carelessly. “But I rea

efore she took down her veil — and I though

do they

argaret

alked a little — somewhat more distantly and formally than his goodwife had done — and Mr.