76 TYLNEY HALL. a moment, he was hanging at the back of the cart, where he had no sooner introduced his head under the tilt, than a female face bolted out at the front, enveloped in a huge straw hat, decorated with what a gardener would call a " remarkable fine blow " of ribbons. A body followed, clad in pink muslin, with abundant flounces, and white cotton stockings, bound round the ankles with the yellow strings belonging to a pair of tarnished satin sandals. The young lady was handed from the shaft with more haste than gallantry, by the abashed Jedadiah, who jumped down after her, and, like a tethered lamb, stood as distant as a grasp of the long reins would allow him, to receive the rebuke of his principal. " A Jezabel, a Jezabel ! " roared the voice of Uriah, from the interior of the cart, whilst the girl scudded off like a hare, provoking a merry so-ho ! from all the huntsmen. " Truly," cried Jedadiah, " the Wicked One has abused my senses. She seemed as modest a damsel as ever begged a lift, being bound to see a sick mother, and her feet blistered with long travel."
TYLNEY HALL. 77 " Drive on ! "' growled the voice of the ranter " drive home ! " But the huntsman interposed, and spoke in at the front of the cart. " Zounds, Uriah, put us on the scent a bit. Tell us how you got your hurt. Who did it?" " A man—a man," ansvi^ered Uriah, impatiently, his voice now getting weaker. " Weil, but tell us his markings, boy," said Dick, "and I'll take him if he's within twenty mile, at kennel, or on the pad."" " Short — and stout made, " said the ranter, hatching a lie circumstantial, "with a hard face —and a wicked eye—red hair—bandy legs." " That will do, " cried Dick. " Jump up, youngster, and drive him home steadily ; and keep your sheep's eye to the road you're going ! " And don't 'ee fall a courting th 'ould parson by mistake," added Bob, from his saddle, "but gie thy sweetheart a smacking buss, like this here"—and he cracked his whip— "and tell her Bob sent it, with my sarvice to her sick mother, and a bottle of daffydowndilly. Ware hounds, tho' ! — Zookers, Dick ! — how that message do