"Which will not be for some years to come," said Mrs. Ryle, feeling pleased with the boy's acquiescent spirit.
He's going to tea at four o'clock at Miss Ryle's—to meet Mrs. Trevalla.'
It was a lucky day for Mrs. Ryle when she decided upon her step-son's remaining on it.
"I'll stand it no longer, and I'll tell him so to his face," continued Mr. Ryle.
Mrs. Ryle and Trevlyn returned, the latter a diminutive boy, with dark curls and a handsome face.
Bill, the waggoner's boy, had been faithful, and was found by the side of Mr. Ryle.
What Mrs. Ryle would have done but for Nora Dickson it was impossible to say.
For one thing, Mr. Ryle was in the ditch, and couldn't be seen.
Perhaps it was the most unhappy moment in all Mrs. Ryle's life.
Only fancy their having this rout to-night, while Mr. Ryle is lying dead!