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His courteous bearing evidently had an influence on the Bishop, who dropping his usual brutal tone mumbled something about his wish to drink Lord de Mowbray's health. "You shall all drink his health," said Mr Mountchesney humouring him, and he gave directions that a couple of barrels of ale should be broached in the park before the castle.
"Harold!" said Sybil in a tone of remonstrance and surprise. But the dog not only continued to bark but even howled. At this moment the groom of the chambers entered the room abruptly and with a face of mystery said that he wished to speak with Mr Mountchesney. That gentleman immediately withdrew.
"O! my lady, my lady," they all exclaimed at the same time, "the Hell-cats are breaking into the castle." Before any one of the terrified company could reply, the voice of Mr Mountchesney was heard. He was approaching them; he was no longer calm. He hurried into the room; he was pale, evidently greatly alarmed. "I have come to you," he said; "these fellows have got in below.
"Do you know I think there is so much beauty among the lower order." Mr Mountchesney and Lord Milford poured forth several insipid compliments, accompanied with some speaking looks which they flattered themselves could not be misconstrued. Sybil said not a word, but answered each flood of phrases with a cold reverence.
"I just paired with Ormsby at White's," said Berners; "not half an hour ago. We are both going to dine at Eskdale's, and so it was arranged. Have you any news to-day?" "Nothing; except that they say that Alfred Mountchesney is going to marry Lady Joan Fitz-Warene," said Lord Milford. "She has been given to so many," said Mr Egerton.
The gate-keeper ought not to have let them pass. I have given directions to Bentley what to do, if they come to the castle." "Let us go to mama," said Lady Joan. And they were all about leaving the music-room, when a servant came running in and called out "Mr Bentley told me to say, sir, they are in sight." "Very well," said Mr Mountchesney in a calm tone but changing colour.
Lady Joan sighed and affected to recur to the opened volume which during this conversation she had held in her hand. "I wonder where Maud is," said Mr Mountchesney; "I shall want her to ride with me to-day. She is a capital horsewoman, and always amuses me. As you cannot ride now, Joan, I wish you would let Maud have Sunbeam." "As you please." "Well I am going to the stables and will tell them.
Lady de Mowbray had been left in her boudoir with the "Morning Post." Sybil had just finished a ravishing air, there was a murmur of luncheon when suddenly Harold, who had persisted in following his mistress and whom Mr Mountchesney had gallantly introduced into the music-room, rose and coming forward from the corner in which he reposed, barked violently. "How now!" said Mr Mountchesney.
Alfred Mountchesney and Lady Joan Fitz-Warene passed Lady Marney who was speaking to Lord Deloraine. "Do you think," said Lady Marney, "that Mr Mountchesney will bear away the prize?" Lord Deloraine shook his head. "These great heiresses can never make up their minds. The bitter drop rises in all their reveries."
"Mr Ormsby, and there is no better judge of another man's income, says there are not three peers in the kingdom who have so much a year clear." "They say the Mowbray estate is forty thousand a year," said Lady St Julians. "Poor Lady de Mowbray! I understand that Mr Mountchesney has resolved not to appeal against the verdict." "You know he has not a shadow of a chance," said Lady Bardolf.
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