The Tysons (Mr. and Mrs. Nevill Tyson)

icestershire"; for Lady Morley herself was a sufficiently splendid type, with her austere Puritan beauty. As for the

ion; but any of these things were better than for her to be left, as she frequently was, to the unmixed society of Captain Stanistreet. He had a reputation. Tyson thought nothing of going up to town for the week-end and leaving Louis to entertain his wife in his absence. To do him justice, this neglect was at first merely a device by which

for Stanistreet, try as he would (and he tried a great deal), he could not make Mrs. Nevill Tyson out. Day after day Mrs. Nevill Tyson, in amazing garments, sat and prattled to him in the dog-cart, while Tyson followed the hounds; yet for the life of him he could not tell whether she was really very infantile or only very de

e morning of his last day, Tyson announced his intention of going up to town with him to-morrow. He might

out of her face; her beauty seemed to suffer a shade, a momentary eclipse. She began to drink

ing to this meet, you'd better ru

nt to go to

y n

t like to see oth

ionate this morning) "she's never had a bridle in her ri

de, and you won't let

ide with me, you may d

e Captain S

aptain Stanistree

" said Mrs. Nevill Tys

chantingly pretty again

s own with Sir Peter any day, and speech was unfettered. Somebody remarked that Mrs. Nevill Tyson looked uncommonly happy in the dog-cart; while Tyson spoke to nobody and nobody spoke to him. Poor devil! he ha

hat ran side by side with the fields scoured by the hunt, and Tyson could always be seen go

don't seem to like Nevill one bit. I suppose the

h doubt if

im. Mother is, I know; she b

ink when she

not-you're

r son-in-law

think he's thirty-seven-and so awfully clever, and so bad-tempered, I'm

w it o

east horrid fault you can have; because it comes on you w

enerally som

passions myself. He might have

have atrocious taste in dr

don't mean to say he isn't young-thirty-seven's young

as ever young-like you. But I

understa

always, perhaps. He'

u like him?

gave a curio

s-I li

't make him out. He's the strangest animal I ever met in my l

that what people generally do when

She was trying to think, and think

f course it doesn't do to go poki

y, as if at the dictation of some familiar spirit. "And yet I wish-no, I don't wish I knew. I know he must have had an awful time of it." She turned her face suddenly on Stanistr

may be both. We are all of us sinners, an

. He isn'

to say; he wondered whether she was drawing any inference; and above a

ving her muff wildly in the air. "Look-there he goes! Oh, did you see hi

f, and saw Tyson riding far ahead of the hunt,

e charging the enemy's guns at

The sigh was so light that it scarcely troubled the frosty air, but it made

see, I'm interested in my husband. I suppose it's the proper thing to take an interest in your husband. If you won't take an interest in your husband, what will you take an interest in? It's natural-not to say primitive. Do you know, he says I'm the most primitive pe

y. He was wondering whet

licious to kiss-she's got such a soft nose. But she'll bolt as soon as look at you, and

I can man

. You may be a sinner, but I don't think you are a f

many women had tho

-do you u

anistreet were not search-lights; they were

le, something that was himself and not hims

I unde

iling darkly, and all her fac

tion; for at that moment Miss Batchelor, trotting past with L

was the f

son's face became instantly overclouded. Louis leaned a little nearer and s

Nevill Tyson. "She's

are you thi

ey won't let me hunt. All the time I might have be

n a dog-cart with me.

k me. I haven't g

simple or very profound. And wondering, he gave the mare

heels through before you know where yo

was going furiously, and the little dog-cart rocked

an't drive a litt

mained imperiously standing, trying to keep her

t u

under his mustache, and she ca

She made a grab at the rai

lding her there when Farmer Ashby turned out of a by-lane and followed close behind them. And Farmer Ashby had a n

s anoth

almost on to her haunches; her hoofs shrieked on the iron road; sh

rary exhaustion rather than of passion, Stanistreet changed seats, and g

t to drive your own animal

and tore past most things on the wrong side; and Stanistreet's sense of deadly peril was lost in the pleasure of seeing her do it. When she was not chattering to him she was encouraging Scarum with all sorts of endearments, small chirping sounds and delicate chuckles, smiling that indefinably malicious, lop-sided smile which Stanistreet had been taught all his life to interpret as a challenge. Now they were going down a lane of beeches, they bent their heads under the branches, and a shower of rime fell about her sho

wife, irrevocably, until one or other of them died. And Tyson wa

Thorneytoft. "Thank heaven we're alive!" h

the threshold. "Do you mean

ightful; but I don't know

We were safe enough so

in a delirious dream-a madman driven by a fool. As if in

a fool as I lo

he art of symbolism, and he could hardly suppose her to be so well acquainted with the resources of language. On the othe

d the question by boasting that she had saved Ca

tly well that you'd have upset the who

e. "Do you mean to say

with derisive laughter. "I took the reins; or, if you like, I

r in her finger-glass. Presently she rose and shook the drops from her fingertips, like one washing her hands of a light matter. Stanistreet got

ng that wife of mine make more or less of a fool of herself. If you had no cons

tle vaguely, for he was start

se in that,

rs. Nevill Tyson was fond of driving; she had been forbidden to drive, therefore she drove; she had never driven any animal in her life before, an

symbolism. He deter