154 TYLNEY HALL. plead, in accounting for his abrupt departure for Hawksley. As he really looked jaded and dis- tressed the excuse was well received ; the Baronet, indeed, remarked on his languid appearance the moment he entered, and prescribed a tumbler of mulled wine, and an application to Dr. Bellamy, the latter of which recommendations the Creole declined. It was nothing, he said, but a headach and dizziness which had made him hasten into the air ; and, since the ride home he was better, and should be well in less time than Old Formality would consume in coming. " Egad," said the Baronet, " you stole away cleverly ; nobody but Ringwood saw you break cover. We all settled down to it that you had bolted after the gipsey, to get her to tell from her conjuring cards what sort of hands you are to hold through life." " And here is your dog, St. Kitts, which you forgot in your haste," said Raby, putting down the little animal on the sofa beside his master, who fixed his eyes intently on the speaker, and his dis- tempered fancy whispered to him that a smile of
TYLNEY HALL. 135 malicious triumph accompanied the delivery of the rejected spaniel. He returned thanks, therefore, with a bitter frown, which was attributed to the pain in his forehead; but it proceeded from a deeper pang ; and from that moment the woman's injunction concerning the feeling he should enter- tain towards both his cousins was rigidly obeyed. Ringwood had for some time been his aversion, and the brother now became an object of equal dislike. Every sigh for Grace involved an execra- tion on Raby, so that, unnatural as such an allegory must appear, Love carried the torch of Hatred in his hand, and fanned it with his own breath.