Lionel stood; haughty, impassive; his lips curling, his figure drawn to its full height. He would not reproach his mother by so much as a word, but the course she was taking, in thus proclaiming his affairs to the world, hurt him in no measured degree. "I don't like her," said Jan. "Deborah and Amilly are not much, but I'd rather have the two, than Sibylla." "Jan," said Lionel, suppressing his temper, "_your_ opinion was not asked." Jan sat down on the arm of the sofa, his great legs dangling. "Sibylla can't marry two," said he. "Will you be quiet, Jan?" said Lionel. "You have no right to interfere. You shall not interfere." "Gracious, Lionel, I don't want to interfere," returned Jan simply. "Sibylla's going to marry Fred Massingbird." "Will you be quiet?" reiterated Lionel, his brow flushing scarlet. "I'll be quiet," said Jan, with composure. "You can go and ask her for yourself. It has all been settled this afternoon; not ten minutes ago. Fred's going out to Australia, and Sibylla's going with him, and Deborah and Amilly are crying their eyes out, at the thought of parting with her." Lady Verner looked up at Jan, an expression of eager hope on her face. She could have kissed him a thousand times. Lionel--Lionel took his hat and walked out. Believing it? No. The temptation to chastise Jan was growing great, and he deemed it well to remove himself out of it. Jan was right, however. Much to the surprise of Frederick Massingbird, very much to the surprise of Sibylla, Dr. West not only gave his consent to the marriage as soon as asked, but urged it on. If Fred must depart in a week, why, they could be married in a week, he said. Sibylla was thunderstruck: Miss Deborah and Miss Amilly gave vent to a few hysterical shrieks, and hinted about the wedding clothes and the outfit. _That_ could be got together in a day, was the reply of Dr. West, and they were too much astonished to venture to say it could not. "You told me to wait for Lionel Verner," whispered Sibylla, when she and her father were alone, as she stood before him, trembling. In her mind's eye she saw Verner's Pride slipping from her; and it gave her chagrin, in spite of her love for Fred Massingbird. Dr. West leaned forward and whispered a few words in her ear. She started violently, she coloured crimson. "Papa!" "It is true," nodded the doctor. As Lionel passed the house on his way from Deerham Court to Verner's Pride, he turned into it, led by a powerful impulse. He did not believe Jan, but the words had made him feel twitchings of uneasiness. Fred Massingbird had gone then, and the doctor was out. Lionel looked into the drawing-room, and there found the two elder Misses West, each dissolved in a copious shower of tears. So far, Jan's words were borne out. A sharp spasm shot across his heart. "You are in grief," he said, advancing to them. "What is the cause?"