200 TYLNEY HALL. So saying, he kissed the important packet, antl deposited it in his desk ; and with a prouder step and a haughtier air than the dependent St.Kitts had ever been known to assume, he descended the stairs, and stalked off to the stable, for it still wanted two hours of dinner-time, and he chose rather to ride out alone than to spend the interim in the drawing-room. He addressed the groom in a peremptory tone that matched with his humour, " Saddle Cadeau, fellow, and be quick." " Cadeau— Sir""—said the man, hesitating and stammering, as if each word was jolted out of him by a hard-trotting horse. " Cadeau— Sir— did you say—Cadeau?" " Yes, fool!" answered the Creole. " You know my horse, don't you? Quick, bring him out." " I can't," replied Davis doggedly; at the same time resuming the cleaning of some harness which he held in his hand. " And why not, you scoundrel ? " asked St. Kitts, who never condescended to restrain his temper with a menial.
" Because he is out ; TYLNEY HALL. 201 " returned Davis, with the quiet tone of a man who is giving a reason per- fectly unanswerable. " Brown Bastard is amiss, and so the young Squire has taken Cadeau." *' What, Ringwood ! " exclaimed the Creole, bursting into an ungovernable passion ; " what take my horse—without my leave—without apo- logy—tell me, rascal, did he leave no message fo.i me, when he took this liberty ? " " Never a word, sir," answered Davis, " if you mean in the way of begging pardon." " No doubt," said the Creole, " it was more likely a new insult than an apology for the old- Villain ! "" shaking his clenched hand at the other, " I insist upon knowing what he said—the very words that he used." " Why, then, if you will have it, Sir," answered Davis, giving, as servants are apt to do, a rather free paraphrase of the original version, " he said, if you made a fuss about your horse, he'd saddle you, and bridle you, and ride upon your own back.'' The Creole made no answer ; but his blood k3