Part 61 (2/2)

”And I am told we shall keep so,” said Lord de Mowbray. ”The mills are mostly at work, and the men take the reduced wages in a good spirit. The fact is our agitators in this neighbourhood suffered pretty smartly in '39, and the Chartists have lost their influence.

”I am sorry for poor Lady St Julians,” said Lady Bardolf to Lady de Mowbray. ”It must be such a disappointment, and she has had so many; but I understand there is n.o.body to blame but herself. If she had only left the Prince alone, but she would not be quiet!”

”And where are the Deloraines?”

”They are at Munich; with which they are delighted. And Lady Deloraine writes me that Mr Egremont has promised to join them there. If he do, they mean to winter at Rome.”

”Somebody said he was going to be married,” said Lady de Mowbray.

”His mother wishes him to marry,” said Lady Bardolf; ”but I have heard nothing.”

Mr Mountchesney came in and greeted the Bardolfs with some warmth. ”How delightful in the country in August to meet somebody that you have seen in London in June!” he exclaimed. ”Now, dear Lady Bardolf do tell me something, for you can conceive nothing so triste as we are here. We never get a letter. Joan only corresponds with philosophers and Maud with clergymen; and none of my friends ever write to me.”

”Perhaps you never write to them?”

”Well, I never have been a letter writer; because really I never wanted to write or to be written to. I always knew what was going on because I was on the spot; I was doing the things that people were writing letters about--but now not being in the world any longer, doing nothing, living in the country--and the country in August--I should like to receive letters every day, but I do not know who to fix upon as a correspondent.

Eugene de Vere will not write, Milford cannot; and as for Fitz-heron he is so very selfish, he always wants his letters answered.”

”That is very unreasonable,” said Lady Bardolf.

”Besides what can they tell me at this moment? They have gone to the Moors and are enjoying themselves. They asked me to go with them, but I could not go, because you see I could not leave Joan; though why I could not leave her, I really cannot understand, because Egerton has got some moors this year, and he leaves Lady Augusta with her father.”

Lady Maud entered the room in her bonnet, returning from an airing. She was all animation--charmed to see everybody; she had been to Mowbray to hear some singing at the Roman Catholic chapel in that town; a service had been performed and a collection made for the suffering workpeople of the place. She had been apprised of it for some days, was told that she would hear the most beautiful voice that she had ever listened to, but it had far exceeded her expectations. 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. 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 Lancas.h.i.+re,” said Lord Bardolf to Lord de Mowbray.

”The best thing we can all do is to be on our estates I believe,” said Lord de Mowbray.

”My neighbour Marney is in a great state of excitement,” said Lord Bardolf; ”all his yeomanry out.”

”But he is quiet at Marney?”

”In a way; but these fires puzzle us. Marney will not believe that the condition of the labourer has anything to do with them; and he certainly is a very acute man. 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!”

”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.”

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