THE TYSONS

(MR. AND MRS. NEVILL TYSON)

BY MAY SINCLAIR

Author of THE DIVINE FIRE, THE HELPMATE, etc.

1906

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I.--MR. NEVILL TYSON
CHAPTER II.--MRS. NEVILL TYSON
CHAPTER III.--MR. AND MRS. NEVILL TYSON AT HOME
CHAPTER IV.--THE FIRST STONE
CHAPTER V.--THE NIGHT WATCH
CHAPTER VI.--A SON AND HEIR
CHAPTER VII.--SIR PETER'S NEW CLOTHES
CHAPTER VIII.--TOWARDS "THE CROSS-ROADS"
CHAPTER IX.--AN UNNATURAL MOTHER
CHAPTER X.--CIRCUMSTANTIAL EVIDENCE
CHAPTER XI.--THE RETURN OF ODYSSEUS
CHAPTER XII.--A FLAT IN TOWN
CHAPTER XIII.--MRS. WILCOX TO THE RESCUE
CHAPTER XIV.--THE "CRITERION"
CHAPTER XV.--CONFLAGRATION
CHAPTER XVI.--THE NEW LIFE
CHAPTER XVII.--THE CAPTAIN OF HIS SOUL
CHAPTER XVIII.--A MIRACLE
CHAPTER XIX.--CONFESSIONAL
CHAPTER XX.--A MAN AND A SPHINX
CHAPTER XXI.--OUT OF THE NIGHT
CHAPTER XXII.--IN THE DESERT
CHAPTER XXIII.--IN MEMORIAM

CHAPTER I

MR. NEVILL TYSON

There were only two or three houses in Drayton Parva where Mr. and Mrs. Nevill Tyson were received. A thrill of guilty expectation used to go through the room when they were announced, and people watched them with a fearful interest, as if they were the actors in some enthralling but forbidden drama.

Perhaps, if she had been tried by a jury of her peers—but Mrs. Nevill Tyson had no peers in Drayton Parva. She was tried by an invisible and incorruptible jury of ideas in Miss Batchelor's head. Opinion sways all things in Drayton Parva, and Miss Batchelor swayed opinion.

As for Mr. Nevill Tyson, he had dropped into Leicestershire from heaven knows where, and was understood to be more or less on his trial. Nobody knew anything about him, except that he was a nephew of old Tyson of Thorneytoft, and had come in for the property. Nobody cared much for old Tyson of Thorneytoft; he was not exactly—well, no matter, he was very respectable and he was dead, which entitled him to a little consideration. And as Mr. Nevill Tyson was an unmarried man in those days he naturally attracted some attention on his own account, as well as for the sake of the very respectable old man, his uncle.

He was first seen at a dinner at the Morleys. Somebody else happened to be the guest of the evening, and somebody else took Lady Morley in to dinner. Tyson took Miss Batchelor, and I don't think he quite liked it. Miss Batchelor was clever—frightfully clever—but she never showed up well in public; she had a nervous manner, and a way of looking at you as if you were some curious animal that she would like to pat if she were perfectly sure you were not dangerous. And when you were about to take compassion on her shyness, she startled you with a sudden lapse into self-possession. I can see her now looking at Tyson over the frills on her shoulder, with her thin crooked little mouth smiling slightly. She might well look, for Nevill Tyson's appearance was remarkable. He might have been any age between twenty-five and forty; as a matter of fact he was thirty-six. England had made him florid and Anglo-Saxon, but the tropics had bleached his skin and dried his straw-colored hair till it looked like hay. His figure was short and rather clumsily built, but it had a certain strength and determination; so had his face. The determination was not expressly stated by any single feature—the mouth was not what you would call firm, and the chin retreated ever so slightly in a heavy curve—but it was somehow implied by the whole. He gave you the idea of iron battered in all the arsenals of the world. Miss Batchelor wondered what he would have to say for himself.

He said very little, and looked at nobody, until some casual remark of his made somebody look at him. Then he began to talk, laconically at first, and finally with great fluency. It was all about himself, and everybody listened. He proved a good talker, as a man ought to be who has knocked about four continents and seen strange men and stranger women. You could tell that Miss Batchelor was interested, for she had turned round in her chair now and was looking him straight in the face. It seemed that he had worked his way out to Bombay and back again. He had been