When I got there, Amilly said Sibylla was dressing; and a pretty prolonged dressing it appeared to be! Since I left her at Bitterworth's, I have been to Poynton's about my mare.

She was as lame as ever to-day." "And there's Rachel out now, just as I am wanting her!" went on Mrs.
Verner, who, when she did lapse into a grumbling mood, was fond of calling up a catalogue of grievances.
"At any rate, that's not my fault, mother," observed Frederick.

"I dare say she will soon be in.

Rachel is not given to stay out, I fancy, if there's a chance of her being wanted." Tynn came in with his tray, and Frederick Massingbird sat down to it.
Tynn then waited for Mr.Verner's tea, which he carried into the study.
He carried a cup in every evening, but Mr.Verner scarcely ever touched it.

Then Tynn returned to the room where the upper servants took their meals and otherwise congregated, and sat down to read a newspaper.