Go to her? Ay! They tore the curl-papers out of their hair, and flung on bonnets and shawls, and hastened to Verner's Pride.
"Say that I will call upon her in the course of the morning, and see how she is after her journey," said Lionel.
In hurrying out, they encountered Jan. Deborah stopped to say a word about his breakfast: it was ready, she said, and she thought he must want it.
"I do," responded Jan. "I shall have to get an assistant, after all, Miss Deb. I find it doesn't answer to go quite without meals and sleep; and that's what I have done lately."
"So you have, Mr. Jan. I say every day to Amilly that it can't go on, for you to be walked off your legs in this way. Have you heard the cheering news, Mr. Jan? Sibylla's come home. We are going to her now, at Verner's Pride?"
"I have heard it," responded Jan. "What took her to Verner's Pride?"
"We have yet to learn all that. You know, Mr. Jan, she never was given to consider a step much, before she took it."
They tripped away, and Jan, in turning from them, met his brother. Jan was one utterly incapable of finesse: if he wanted to say a thing, he said it out plainly. What havoc Jan would have made, enrolled in the corps of diplomatists!
"I say, Lionel," began he, "is it true that you are going to marry Sibylla West?"
Lionel did not like the plain question, so abruptly put. He answered curtly—