This was what I had to tell you, my lady, before you decided to take me into service; it is not every lady who would like to engage one whose sister has turned out so badly." Lady Isabel did not see that it could make any difference, or that it ought to.

She said so; and then leaned back in her chair and mused.
"What dress, my lady ?" "Joyce, what was that I heard you and Susan gossiping over at the door ?" Lady Isabel suddenly asked.

"About Miss Hare giving me a bowl of poison.
Something in the dramatic line that would be.

You should tell Susan not to make her whispers so loud." "It was only a bit of nonsense, my lady.

These ignorant servants will talk; and every one at West Lynne knew Miss Barbara was in love with Mr.
Carlyle.