On her neck she wore the gold chain given her by Mr.
Carlyle--strange that she had not discarded that.
They stood together at the window, looking at Mr.Carlyle as he came up the avenue.

He saw them, and nodded.

Lady Isabel watched the damask cheeks turn to crimson at sight of him.
"How do you do, Barbara ?" he cried, as he shook hands.

"Come to pay us a visit at last?
You have been rather tardy over it.

And how are you, my darling ?" he whispered over his wife; but she missed his kiss of greeting.