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But still I don't know what to say to it. The poor-law is very unpopular in my parish. Marney will have it, that the incendiaries are all strangers hired by the anti-Corn-law League." "Ah! here is Lady Joan," exclaimed Lady Bardolf, as the wife of Mr Mountchesney entered the room; "My dearest Lady Joan!"
They had viewed the castle, they were in the music-room, Sybil had been prevailed upon, though with reluctance, to sing. Some Spanish church music which she found there called forth all her powers: all was happiness, delight, rapture, Lady Maud in a frenzy of friendship, Mr Mountchesney convinced that the country in August might be delightful, and Lady Joan almost gay because Alfred was pleased.
His sister-in-law reminded him that she had particularly requested him to drive her over to Mowbray, and he had declined the honour as a bore. "Yes," said Mr Mountchesney, "but I thought Joan was going with you, and that you would be shopping." "It was a good thing our House was adjourned before these disturbances in Lancashire," said Lord Bardolf to Lord de Mowbray.
Less than an hour after the arrival of Sybil at Mowbray Castle the scout that Mr Mountchesney had sent off to gather news returned, and with intelligence of the triumph of Gerard's eloquence, that all had ended happily, and that the people were dispersing and returning to the town.
"Well what do you think of the Dashville, Fitz?" said Mr Berners to Lord Fitzheron, "I saw you dancing with her." "I can't bear her: she sets up to be natural and is only rude; mistakes insolence for innocence; says everything which comes first to her lips and thinks she is gay when she is only giddy." "'Tis brilliant," said Lady Joan to Mr Mountchesney. "When you are here," he murmured.
The object of Mr Mountchesney was to descend the side-step of the terrace and again the flower-garden, from whence there were means of escape.
They proceeded breathless and trembling, until they reached what was commonly called the Grotto, but which was in fact a subterranean way excavated through a hill and leading to the bank of a river where there were boats. The entrance of this tunnel was guarded by an iron gate, and Mr Mountchesney had secured the key.
Mr Mountchesney again left them on this desperate mission. Lady de Mowbray and all the women remained in the chamber. Not a word was spoken: the silence was complete. Even the maid-servants had ceased to sigh and sob. A feeling something like desperation was stealing over them. The dreadful sounds continued increased. They seemed to approach nearer.
A female voice it seemed; no tones could be conceived more tender and yet more thrilling: in short seraphic. Mr Mountchesney blamed her for not taking him. He liked music, singing, especially female singing; when there was so little to amuse him, he was surprised that Lady Maud had not been careful that he should have been present.
"The unequivocal adhesion of the Duke of Fitz-Aquitaine is a great thing. It gives us the northern division at a dissolution." "That is to say in five years, my dear Lady Firebrace. The country will be ruined before that." "We shall see. Is it a settled thing between Lady Joan and Mr Mountchesney?" "Not the slightest foundation.
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