Mr.Justice Hare and Mrs.Hare and Miss Barbara." Isabel descended, her mind full of the mysterious words spoken by Susan.
The justice was in a new flaxen wig, obstinate-looking and pompous; Mrs.
Hare, pale, delicate, and lady-like; Barbara beautiful; such was the impression they made upon Isabel.
They paid rather a long visit, Isabel quite falling in love with the gentle and suffering Mrs.Hare, and had risen to leave when Miss Carlyle entered.

She wished them to remain longer--had something, she said, to show Barbara.

The justice declined; he had a brother justice coming to dine with him at five, and it was then half-past four.

Barbara might stop if she liked.
Barbara's faced turned crimson; but nevertheless she accepted the invitation, immediately proffered her by Miss Carlyle to remain at East Lynne for the rest of the day.
Dinner time approached, and Isabel went to dress for it.

Joyce was waiting, and entered upon the subject of the service.
"My lady, I have spoken to Miss Carlyle, and she is willing that I should be transferred to you, but she says I ought first to acquaint you with certain unpleasant facts in my history, and the same thought had occurred to me.