Isabel looked at the inscription, her veil shading her face.
"Not here, and now, my darling," he whispered, pressing her arm to his side, for he felt her silent sobs.

"Strive for calmness." "It seems but the other day he was at church with me, and now--here!" Mr.Carlyle suddenly changed their places, so that they stood with their backs to the hedge, and to any staring stragglers who might be lingering on the road.
"There ought to be railings round the tomb," she presently said, after a successful battle with her emotion.
"I thought so, and I suggested it to Lord Mount Severn but he appeared to think differently.

I will have it done." "I put you to great expense," she said, "taking one thing with another." Mr.Carlyle glanced quickly at her, a dim fear penetrating his mind that his sister might have been _talking_ in her hearing.

"An expense I would not be without for the whole world.

You know it, Isabel." "And I have nothing to repay you with," she sighed.
He looked expressively amused, and, gazing into her face, the expression of his eyes made her smile.