Mr.Carlyle wrote to you, as did Lady Mount Severn." Lord Mount Severn was a man in the dark, and looked like it.

"I suppose this comes," soliloquized he, aloud, "of your father's having allowed the gentleman to dance daily attendance at East Lynne.

And so you fell in love with him." "Indeed, no!" answered she, in an amused tone.

"I never thought of such a thing as falling in love with Mr.Carlyle." "Then don't you love him ?" abruptly asked the earl.
"No!" she whispered, timidly; "but I like him much--oh, very much! And he is so good to me!" The earl stroked his chin and mused.

Isabel had destroyed the only reasonable conclusion he had been able to come to as to the motives for the hasty marriage.