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"You had better go to your mama, Joan, and take Maud and our friend with you. I will stay below for a while," and notwithstanding the remonstrances of his wife, Mr Mountchesney went to the hall. "I don't know what to do, sir," said the house steward. "They are a very strong party." "Close all the windows, lock and bar all the doors," said Mr Mountchesney.
But singing, and beautiful singing in a Catholic chapel by a woman; perhaps a beautiful woman, that is quite a different thing, and I should have been amused, which nobody seems ever to think of here. I do not know how you find it, Lady Bardolf, but the country to me in August is a something;" and not finishing his sentence, Mr Mountchesney gave a look of inexpressible despair.
"I think the works were very wonderful," said Lord Milford, as he was cutting a pasty; "and indeed, Mrs Trafford, everything here is quite charming; but what I have most admired at your place is a young girl we met the most beautiful I think I ever saw." "With the most beautiful dog," said Mr Mountchesney. "Oh! that must have been Sybil!" exclaimed Mrs Trafford.
"And yet a ball in a gallery of art is not in my opinion in good taste. The associations which are suggested by sculpture are not festive. Repose is the characteristic of sculpture. Do not you think so?" "Decidedly," said Mr Mountchesney. "We danced in the gallery at Matfield this Christmas, and I thought all the time that a gallery is not the place for a ball; it is too long and too narrow."
"I don't think I can stand this much longer," said Mr Mountchesney, the son-in-law of Lord de Mowbray, to his wife, as he stood before the empty fire-place with his back to the mantelpiece and his hands thrust into the pockets of his coat. "This living in the country in August bores me to extinction. I think we will go to Baden, Joan."
"Let us have her over to the Castle, Lady de Mowbray," said Mr Mountchesney. "If you like," replied Lady de Mowbray, with a languid smile. "Well at last I have got something to do," said Mr Mountchesney. "I will ride over to Mowbray, find out the beautiful singer, and bring her to the Castle."
"Well I shall come and fetch you," said Maud, covering her surprise and mortification by a jaunty air that would not confess defeat. "And so shall I," said Mr Mountchesney. "And so shall I," whispered Lord Milford lingering a little behind.
We dined at the Duke of Fitz-Aquitaine's, and all our cavaliers vanished. They talk of an early division." "I really wish all these divisions were over," said Lady Marney. "They are very anti-social. Ah! here is Lady de Mowbray." Alfred Mountchesney hovered round Lady Joan Fitz-Warene, who was gratified by the devotion of the Cupid of May Fair.
"Why Joan," said Mr Mountchesney, "Maud has been to Mowbray, and heard the most delicious singing. Why did we not go?" "I did mention it to you, Alfred." "I remember you said something about going to Mowbray, and that you wanted to go to several places. But there is nothing I hate so much as shopping. It bores me more than anything. And you are so peculiarly long when you are shopping.
"And who is so fortunate as to be her father?" enquired Mr Mountchesney. "Her father is the inspector of my works; the person who accompanied us over them this morning." "What! that handsome man I so much admired," said Lady Maud, "so very aristocratic-looking.
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