188 TTTLNEY HALL. None of the parties spoke till the carriage had gone about half down the avenue, when the Baronet, after a long look at Raby's flushed cheek, which made the colour still deeper, thus addressed him. " Mayhap you think, Raby, that I don't know what's a- foot ; but an old fox-hunter like me knows which way the game goes, by signs other men wouldn't dream of, such as crows flying, and jays chattering, and sheep huddling, and so forth. I mean to say, that Ringwood and St. Kitts haven't put the coach between them for nothing, and there's a bit of a flush in your face, that tells me you know what the bone was that led to the barking and biting." " f l My dear father," answered Raby, your hunting experience served : you truly there has indeed been a difference, but I assure it you was quite trivial, between and St. Kitts : and Ringwood subsequently, as you always require the whole truth, between Ringwood and myself."
TYLNEY HALL. 189 oughtn't to lose their tempers. But it might be earnest after all. Miss Twigg's a smartish girl, with lively black eyes, and pouting lips, and so forth, and a spanking figure, with good action to boot, and might get a stride or two before Grace in the Creole's fancy ; those West Indians don't think as we do." t( St. Kitts was Grace's champion," replied Raby. tf The devil he was !" ejaculated the Baronet. " Why this beats ! cock-fighting They say, Kate, there's no ac- counting for tastes, and, in fancy matters, I believe like does not always pair with like ; but think of Raby here, bookish and poetical and sentimental, and so forth, and that always rides a pony or a galloway, standing up for a slapping, bouncing, high-couraged girl, that looks only half-broke, like Miss Twigg." " My dear aunt," said Raby eagerly, " pray think of no such incongruity. It was Ringwood who found a goddess at the Hive, and set her on a pedestal above Grace and her three namesakes." The speaker intended no wound ; but his words pierced Sir Mark with the pang of a gaunch from a wild boar, or His first impulse was towards a gore from a stag at bay. the checkstring and the carriage window, that he might call the refractory admirer to task ; but the presence of his sister put him in mind of her admonition, and he remained passive. In the meantime it gave him some consolation to reflect whither they were going, and on the irresistible attractions of his first favourite, whose portrait his imagination painted in the most glowing colours ; and then he amused himself in bedaubing and disfiguring the full-length he had lately drawn of Miss Twigg, till, like the ideal lady in the Rivals, " she had a hump on each shoulder, a skin like a mummy, a beard like a Jew, was as crooked as a crescent, and rolled her one eye like the bull in Cox's museum." He then mentally held up the two pictures for comparison, in the very spirit of Hamlet, and wondered utterly how his son and heir could hesitate with such a " choice. It's impossible, I know," he said to " himself, to put old heads on young shoulders, but the head of a two-year old ought to know which to choose. Why there's young Twigg