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"With the most beautiful dog," said Mr Mountchesney.
"Oh! that must have been Sybil!" exclaimed Mrs Trafford.
"And who is Sybil?" asked Lady Maud. "That is one of our
family names. We all thought her quite beautiful."
"She is a child of the house," said Mrs Trafford, "or rather
was, for I am sorry to say she has long quitted us."
"Is she a nun?" asked Lord Milford, "for her vestments had a
conventual air."
"She has just left your convent at Mowbray," said Mr Trafford,
addressing his answer to Lady Maud, "and rather against her
will. She clings to the dress she was accustomed to there."
"And now she resides with you?"
"No; I should be very happy if she did. I might almost say
she was brought up under this roof. She lives now with her
father."
"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. Papa," she said, addressing
herself to Lord de Mowbray, "the inspector of Mr Trafford's
works we are speaking of, that aristocratic-looking person
that I observed to you, he is the father of the beautiful
girl.
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