He followed the military step of his leader, whose stride was more stiff, and his form more perpendicular, when exalted by the consciousness of an approaching quarrel, to the smoking-room, where, sighing as he lighted his cigar, Sir Bingo prepared to listen to the words of wisdom and valour, as they should flow in mingled stream from the lips of Captain MacTurk.
Meanwhile the rest of the company joined the ladies.

"Here has been Clara," said Lady Penelope to Mr.Mowbray; "here has been Miss Mowbray among us, like the ray of a sun which does but dazzle and die." "Ah, poor Clara," said Mowbray; "I thought I saw her thread her way through the crowd a little while since, but I was not sure." "Well," said Lady Penelope, "she has asked us all up to Shaws-Castle on Thursday, to a _dejeuner a la fourchette_--I trust you confirm your sister's invitation, Mr.Mowbray ?" "Certainly, Lady Penelope," replied Mowbray; "and I am truly glad Clara has had the grace to think of it--How we shall acquit ourselves is a different question, for neither she nor I are much accustomed to play host or hostess." "Oh! it will be delightful, I am sure," said Lady Penelope; "Clara has a grace in every thing she does; and you, Mr.Mowbray, can be a perfectly well-bred gentleman--when you please." "That qualification is severe--Well--good manners be my speed--I will certainly please to do my best, when I see your ladyship at Shaws-Castle, which has received no company this many a day .-- Clara and I have lived a wild life of it, each in their own way." "Indeed, Mr.Mowbray," said Lady Binks, "if I might presume to speak--I think you do suffer your sister to ride about a little too much without an attendant.

I know Miss Mowbray rides as woman never rode before, but still an accident may happen." "An accident ?" replied Mowbray--"Ah, Lady Binks! accidents happen as frequently when ladies _have_ attendants as when they are without them." Lady Binks, who, in her maiden state, had cantered a good deal about these woods under Sir Bingo's escort, coloured, looked spiteful, and was silent.
"Besides," said John Mowbray, more lightly, "where is the risk, after all?
There are no wolves in our woods to eat up our pretty Red-Riding Hoods; and no lions either--except those of Lady Penelope's train." "Who draw the car of Cybele," said Mr.Chatterly.
Lady Penelope luckily did not understand the allusion, which was indeed better intended than imagined.
"Apropos!" she said; "what have you done with the great lion of the day?
I see Mr.Tyrrel nowhere--Is he finishing an additional bottle with Sir Bingo ?" "Mr.Tyrrel, madam," said Mowbray, "has acted successively the lion rampant, and the lion passant: he has been quarrelsome, and he has run away--fled from the ire of your doughty knight, Lady Binks." "I am sure I hope not," said Lady Binks; "my Chevalier's unsuccessful campaigns have been unable to overcome his taste for quarrels--a victory would make a fighting-man of him for life." "That inconvenience might bring its own consolations," said Winterblossom, apart to Mowbray; "quarrellers do not usually live long." "No, no," replied Mowbray, "the lady's despair, which broke out just now, even in her own despite, is quite natural--absolutely legitimate.
Sir Bingo will give her no chance that way." Mowbray then made his bow to Lady Penelope, and in answer to her request that he would join the ball or the card-table, observed, that he had no time to lose; that the heads of the old domestics at Shaws-Castle would be by this time absolutely turned, by the apprehensions of what Thursday was to bring forth; and that as Clara would certainly give no directions for the proper arrangements, it was necessary that he should take that trouble himself.
"If you ride smartly," said Lady Penelope, "you may save even a temporary alarm, by overtaking Clara, dear creature, ere she gets home--She sometimes suffers her pony to go at will along the lane, as slow as Betty Foy's." "Ah, but then," said little Miss Digges, "Miss Mowbray sometimes gallops as if the lark was a snail to her pony--and it quite frights one to see her." The Doctor touched Mrs.Blower, who had approached so as to be on the verge of the genteel circle, though she did not venture within it--they exchanged sagacious looks, and a most pitiful shake of the head.
Mowbray's eye happened at that moment to glance on them; and doubtless, notwithstanding their hasting to compose their countenances to a different expression, he comprehended what was passing through their minds;--and perhaps it awoke a corresponding note in his own.

He took his hat, and with a cast of thought upon his countenance which it seldom wore, left the apartment.

A moment afterwards his horse's feet were heard spurning the pavement, as he started off at a sharp pace.
"There is something singular about these Mowbrays to-night," said Lady Penelope.--"Clara, poor dear angel, is always particular; but I should have thought Mowbray had too much worldly wisdom to be fanciful .-- What are you consulting your _souvenir_ for with such attention, my dear Lady Binks ?" "Only for the age of the moon," said her ladyship, putting the little tortoise-shell-bound calendar into her reticule; and having done so, she proceeded to assist Lady Penelope in the arrangements for the evening.
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