Not so Lionel.

He had chosen to quit Verner's Pride as his residence, but he had remained entirely good friends with Mrs.Verner, calling on her at times.

Not upon her would Lionel visit his displeasure.
It was somewhat curious that she had taken to sit in the old study of Stephen Verner; a room which she had rarely entered during his lifetime.
Perhaps some vague impression that she was now a woman of business, or ought to be one, that she herself was in sole charge for the absent heir, had induced her to take up her daily sitting amidst the drawers, bureaux, and other places which had contained Mr.Verner's papers--which contained them still.

She had, however, never yet looked at one.

If anything came up to the house, leases, deeds, other papers, she would say: "Tynn, see to it," or "Tynn, take it over to Mr.Lionel Verner, and ask what's to be done." Lionel never refused to say.
She was sitting back in Mr.Verner's old chair, now, filling it a great deal better than he used to do.