And now, to try to get Sibylla.
She'll accompany me fast enough.

At least, I fancy she would.

But there's that old West! I may have a battle over it with him." He flung away what remained in his hand of the sticks, leaped off the gate, and bent his steps hastily in the direction of Deerham.

Could he be going, there and then, to Dr.West's, to try his fate with Sibylla?
Very probably.

Frederick Massingbird liked to deliberate well when making up his mind to a step; but, that once done, he was wont to lose no time in carrying it out.
On this same afternoon, and just about the same hour, Lionel Verner was strolling through Deerham on his way to pay a visit to his mother.