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is to say, the house is really leased to Lady Tyrrell, and he is in
a measure her guest--very queer it must be for him in his own
house."
"Is Lady Tyrrell _that_ woman?" asked Rosamond.
"I conclude so," said Charlie. "She was the eldest daughter, and
married Lord Tyrrell, who died about two years ago. She has no
children, so she has taken the family in charge, patches up Sir
Harry's affairs with her jointure, and chaperons her sister."
"What is she like?"
"Ask Frank," said Charlie, slyly.
"No!" said Frank, with dignity. "I shall say no more, I only excite
prejudice."
"You are right, Frank," said Julius, who had evidently recovered
from the shock. "It is not fair to judge people now from what they
were eleven years ago. They have had some terrible lessons, and may
be much changed."
"Ay," said Frank; "and they have been living in an atmosphere
congenial to you, at Rockpier, and are hand and glove with all the
St. Chrysostom folk there. What do you say to that, Julius? I can
tell you they are enchanted with your curate!"
"They are not in this parish.


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