I had a great mind to ask you, do you know; it would have been less painful than being obliged to beg of Lord Mount Severn." "I hope it would," he answered, in a low, earnest tone.

"What else can I do for you ?" She was about to answer "Nothing--that he had done enough," but at that moment their attention was attracted by a bustle outside, and they moved to the window.
It was the carriage coming round for Lady Isabel--the late earl's chariot, which was to convey her to the railway station six or seven miles off.

It had four post-horses to it, the number having been designated by Lord Mount Severn, who appeared to wish Isabel to leave the neighborhood in as much state as she had entered it.

The carriage was packed, and Marvel was perched outside.
"All is ready," she said, "and the time is come for me to go.

Mr.
Carlyle I am going to leave you a legacy--those pretty gold and silver fish that I bought a few weeks back." "But why do you not take them ?" "Take them to Lady Mount Severn! No, I would rather leave them with you.
Throw a few crumbs into the globe now and then." Her face was wet with tears, and he knew that she was talking hurriedly to cover her emotion.
"Sit down a few minutes," he said.
"No--no.