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"I must get you to interest Lord de Mowbray in our cause," said Sir Vavasour Firebrace, in an insinuating voice to his neighbour, Lady Joan; "I have sent him a large packet of documents. You know, he is one of us; still one of us. Once a baronet, always a baronet.
He fumbled and found the handle. "Now!" he said aloud, and thrust it open. His vision of vengeance had shown him the room that was to be its arena, but this room was dark and he could not see it. He had not allowed for that. He swore as the door swung to behind him. "Mowbray!" he called. "Mowbray, you blasted robber! Wake up an' get what's comin' to you!"
Apparently the Melton Mowbray fox-hunters had, till now, hardly appreciated that fine combination of physical and mental qualities, which is best expressed in two lines of an old song: His step is foremost in the ha', His sword in battle keen.
"Well, yes, Lucy," said Mowbray, smiling; "I can refuse you nothing." "Good!" cried Hoffland, with the sonorous voice of a man-at-arms; "when ladies once determine to have their own way, it is nearly impossible to stop them; is it not, Mr. Denis?" "I will answer for Mr.
"Be it so," said Lord Mowbray: "then sworn foes instead of sworn friends and open war is the word!" "Open war! yes better than hollow peace." "Then a truce for to-day; to-morrow, with your good leave, I enter the lists." "When you please, my lord." "Fearful odds, I own.
Mr Hatton held forward his hand to receive the letter of which Lord de Mowbray had been speaking to him, and which he read with great attention, weighing as it were each word. Singular! as the letter had been written by himself, and the firm who signed it were only his instruments, obeying the spring of the master hand. "Very remarkable!" said Mr Hatton. "Is it not!" said Lord de Mowbray.
It is here, and will take you to the Hall." Edith made no reply, but looked absently toward the door. "Miss Dalton," said Mowbray, coming a little nearer, "I implore you to hear me. I would kneel at your feet if you would let me. But you are so imbittered against me now that it would be useless. Miss Dalton, it was not hate that made me raise my hand against you.
I am manageress, and I have masculine assistance to compel all invited to be with us." With which words she glanced at Jacques, who saluted Mowbray with a sad smile. "And you must bring your sister Lucy, Mr. Mowbray. I am sorry we know each other so slightly; but I am sure we shall be intimate if she comes. Do not refuse to bring her now."
I would rather ride a little distance with you, and walk back." At this Mowbray looked at her in silence, and with a perplexed expression on his countenance. Edith calmly waited for him to start. "Miss Dalton," said he at length, "I really do not know " And then he paused. "I beg your pardon," said Edith. "You see," said Mowbray, "I don't know about your riding any more."
Hold thyself in readiness to come down upon the first summons. Let Belton, and Mowbray, and Tourville, likewise prepare themselves. I have a great mind to contrive a method to send James Harlowe to travel for improvement. Never was there a booby 'squire that more wanted it. Contrive it, did I say?
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