"Drink a glass of ale with Lord de Mowbray," said Devilsdust.
Book 6 Chapter 11
When the news had arrived in the morning at Mowbray, that the
messengers of the Bishop had met with a somewhat queer
reception at the Mowedale works, Gerard prescient that some
trouble might in consequence occur there, determined to repair
at once to the residence of his late employer. It so happened
that Monday was the day on which the cottages up the dale and
on the other side of the river were visited by an envoy of
Ursula Trafford, and it was the office of Sybil this morning
to fulfil the duties of that mission of charity. She had
mentioned this to her father on the previous day, and as in
consequence of the strike, he was no longer occupied, he had
proposed to accompany his daughter on the morrow. Together
therefore they had walked until they arrived at the bridge, it
being then about two hours to noon, a little above their
former residence. Here they were to separate. Gerard
embraced his daughter with even more than usual tenderness;
and as Sybil crossed the bridge, she looked round at her
father, and her glance caught his, turned for the same fond
purpose.
Sybil was not alone; Harold, who had ceased to gambol, but who
had gained in stature, majesty and weight what he had lost of
lithe and frolick grace, was by her side.
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