42 TYLNEY HALL. as he reads ; but I've remarked through life, that sedentary people never have a good seat. Now your poor father's gone, we must comfort ourselves by thinking of his straightgoing principle through life, and trust you will follow in his line without skirting. And Deborah shall send up the tray, for we musn't forget nature's wants, and to my knowledge you haven't been to rack or manger the whole morning." By this time they had arrived at the dining-room, where the table had been already furnished, through the care of Mrs. Deborah, with a cold refection, in anticipation of some dozen guests, literally as hungry as hunters. The Creole, however, declined every thing that was offered, declaring that he felt neither hunger nor thirst.
TYLNEY HALL. 43 like a girl's, and his dark hazel eyes flashed arid sparkled through their long lashes. There was nothing of sickliness, his skin was clear and trans- however, in the appearance ; parent, the flesh firm, the lips fresh coloured, possibly the blackness of his hair made him look pale, though, in reality, he was merely fair. He was as well made as his brother, but slighter in figure, and he had a dash of reserve in his address, and a voice rather gentle and low, that accorded with his own pursuits and amusements, which were of a nature somewhat less boisterous than the field sports of Ringwood. The dress of the latter, indeed, bore evidence of his recent occupation, hard riding through deep lanes having spotted him, " like a pard," from head to heel, for he had but just come home with the pad of the fox which had gone away in the morning from Windmills Grange. " Here, boys," said Sir Mark, leading the Creole towards his two " sons, I've brought home a new cousin to ye, so shake hands and take to him at once, he comes of your own blood, and I hope you feel it draw to him as I did. He's my own nephew by Herbert out of but you can't remember your uncle Herbert, for he went abroad before you were born." " Oh, yes," returned Ringwood eagerly, " and married a black woman, and she stabbed him, and Mrs. Hanway saw the scar when she laid out the body, and it bled when- ever she said Indiana." " The devil take Mrs. Haiiway," said Sir Mark, " and whoever else opened on it, but let only a woman give " tongue ic It was not a woman, papa," interrupted Ringwood ; te I had it from Unlucky Joe, the post-boy. I met him riding home one of his master's horses, and he pulled up very civilly to tell me the news about ' The Rabbits' and uncle Herbert, and that you were to come home in the postchaise." " And was that all ? " said Sir Mark hastily. " Nothing else, papa, only I gave him a shilling to drink" here Ringwood laughed "and he said he was the unluckiest chap in the world, and gave a sigh that would have turned round old Mudge's windmill."