Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: but she is not hurt." Then, going over to the window, Lord Raymond pulled down the blinds, and, turning to Tom, said, " Try and get some sleep. I will have you called in time for dinner," and quietly left the room. The brandy Tom had drunken, to which he was quite unaccustomed, was beginning to have a drowsy effect upon him, and, shortly after Lord Raymond's departure he dropped asleep. CHAPTER V. DISCONTENT To loose good dayes that might be better spent, To wast long nights in pensive discontent. Spenser. As Lord Raymond reached the hall he found the Countess standing there; she had just returned from driving, and was hearing the account of the accident from the butler. " What is all this about Sybil being nearly drowned?" she asked of her husband when she saw him. " Why, Sybil tumbled into the river just below the Castle, and had it not been for the bravery of young Marston, who saved her, she would have been drowned." " Young Marston ! Who is young Marston ? " " The son of Marston, my late agent." " That odious wretch ! " remarked her ladyship. " Well, that odious wretch's son saved your daughter's life, and I don't believe there is another boy in England who could have done it." " Where is Sybil now ? " asked Lady Raymondwith a sniff at the eulogy pronounced on Tom Mars ton. " Sybil is in beJ; I think she is more frightened than hurt." " That is very likely; you generally make mountains out of molehills," observed the Countess as she went upstairs to her daughter's room. Lady Raymond was in a bad humour, not an un- frequent state of mind of hers. She had been driving in a pony carriage which she much disliked, but as her only alternative was a landau with a single horse, she preferred tho more humble equipage as it savoured ie...