Part 70 (1/2)

”Very well,” said Mr Mountchesney in a calm tone but changing colour.

”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. ”I am frightened,” he continued, ”about your lord. I fear he may fall in with these people.”

”My lord is at Mowbray,” said Mr Bentley. ”He must have heard of this mob there.”

And now emerging from the plantations and entering on the lawns, the force and description of the invading party were easier to distinguish.

They were numerous, though consisting of only a section of the original expedition, for Gerard had collected a great portion of the Mowbray men, and they preferred being under his command to following a stranger whom they did not much like on a somewhat licentious adventure of which their natural leader disapproved. The invading section therefore were princ.i.p.ally composed of h.e.l.l-cats, though singular enough Morley of all men in the world accompanied them, attended by Devilsdust, Dandy Mick, and others of that youthful cla.s.s of which these last were the idols and heroes. There were perhaps eighteen hundred or two thousand persons armed with bars and bludgeons, in general a grimy crew, whose dress and appearance revealed the kind of labour to which they were accustomed.

The difference between them and the minority of Mowbray operatives was instantly recognizable.

When they perceived the castle this dreadful band gave a ferocious shout. Lady de Mowbray showed blood; she was composed and courageous.

She observed the mob from the window, and re-a.s.suring her daughters and Sybil she said she would go down and speak to them. She was on the point of leaving the room with this object when Mr Mountchesney entered and hearing her purpose, dissuaded her from attempting it. ”Leave all to me,” he said; ”and make yourselves quite easy; they will go away, I am certain they will go away,” and he again quitted them.

In the meantime Lady de Mowbray and her friends observed the proceedings below. When the main body had advanced within a few hundred yards of the castle, they halted and seated themselves on the turf. This step re-a.s.sured the garrison: it was generally held to indicate that the intentions of the invaders were not of a very settled or hostile character; that they had visited the place probably in a spirit of frolic, and if met with tact and civility might ultimately be induced to retire from it without much annoyance. This was evidently the opinion of Mr Mountchesney from the first, and when an uncouth being on a white mule, attended by twenty or thirty miners, advanced to the castle and asked for Lord de Mowbray, Mr Mountchesney met them with kindness, saying that he regretted his father-in-law was absent, expressed his readiness to represent him, and enquired their pleasure. 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. The Bishop was pleased, the people were in good humour, some men began dancing, it seemed that the cloud had blown over, and Mr Mountchesney sent up a bulletin to Lady de Mowbray that all danger was past and that he hoped in ten minutes they would all have disappeared.

The ten minutes had expired: the Bishop was still drinking ale, and Mr Mountchesney still making civil speeches and keeping his immediate attendants in humour.

”I wish they would go,” said Lady de Mowbray.

”How wonderfully Alfred has managed them,” said Lady Joan. ”After all,”

said Lady Maud, ”it must be confessed that the people--” Her sentence was interrupted; Harold who had been shut out but who had laid down without quietly, though moaning at intervals, now sprang at the door with so much force that it trembled on its hinges, while the dog again barked with renewed violence. Sybil went to him: he seized her dress with his teeth and would have pulled her away. Suddenly uncouth and mysterious sounds were heard, there was a loud shriek, the gong in the hail thundered, the great alarum-bell of the tower sounded without, and the housekeeper followed by the female domestics rushed into the room.

”O! my lady, my lady,” they all exclaimed at the same time, ”the h.e.l.l-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. While there is time and we can manage them, you must leave the place.”

”I am ready for anything.” said Lady de Mowbray.

Lady Joan and Lady Maud wrung their hands in frantic terror. Sybil very pale said ”Let me go down; I may know some of these men.”

”No, no,” said Mr Mountchesney. ”They are not Mowbray people. It would not be safe.”

Dreadful sounds were now heard; a blending of shouts and oaths and hideous merriment. Their hearts trembled.

”The mob are in the house, sir,” called out Mr Bentley rus.h.i.+ng up to them. ”They say they will see everything.”

”Let them see everything,” said Lady de Mowbray, ”but make a condition that they first let us go. Try Alfred, try to manage them before they are utterly ungovernable.”

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.

It was impossible to distinguish a word, and yet their import was frightful and ferocious.

”Lord have mercy on us all!” exclaimed the housekeeper unable to restrain herself. The maids began to cry.