"Sybil, my darling, good-night," he said, stooping and kissing her.
"Why," she exclaimed, with a nervous start, "where are you going?"
"Listen, dear," said Lyon, gently. "Mr. Martin has got but one spare room, and that must be appropriated to you and Beatrix. Clement and myself will have to find accommodations somewhere in the village."
"Oh," she said. And then, "Yes." And so she relapsed into apathy.
Lyon Berners kissed her, and turned away to conceal the tears that rushed to his eyes.
Captain Pendleton pressed her hand in silence. And then they both took leave of Miss Pendleton, and went away with the sheriff.
Sybil and Beatrix were left alone with a warden in the office.
Mr. Martin had been the overseer of Pendleton Park in old Mr. Pendleton's time; and he owed his present position as warden of the county prison mainly to the influence of Captain Pendleton. So that he was well acquainted with Miss Pendleton, whom he had every grateful reason for serving.
He came to her now, saying apologetically:
"I am sorry I can't offer my old employer's daughter better accommodation; but I will give her the best room in the house."