"No," assented Jan. "He can put in no claim to your wife. But he can to Verner's Pride."
The words caused Lionel's heart to go on with a bound. A great evil for him; there was no doubt of it; but still slight, compared to the one he had dreaded for Sibylla.
"There is no mistake, I suppose, Jan?"
"There's no mistake," replied Jan. "I have been talking to him this half-hour. He is hiding at Roy's."
"Why should he be in hiding at all?" inquired Lionel.
"He had two or three motives he said;" and Jan proceeded to give Lionel a summary of what he had heard. "He was not very explicit to me," concluded Jan. "Perhaps he will be more so to you. He says he is coming to Verner's Pride to-morrow morning at the earliest genteel hour after breakfast."
"And what does he say to the fright he has caused?" resumed Lionel.
"Does nothing but laugh over it. Says it's the primest fun he ever had in his life. He has come back very poor, Lionel."
"Poor? Then, were Verner's Pride and its revenues not his, I could have understood why he should not like to show himself openly. Well! well! compared to what I feared, it is a mercy. Sibylla is free; and I—I must make the best of it. He will be a more generous master of Verner's Pride—as I believe—than Frederick would ever have been."
"Yes," nodded Jan. "In spite of his faults. And John Massingbird used to have plenty."