Good-bye, darling.

If you see Carlyle, tell him I shall hope to see him to-morrow." The room was partly full when Mrs.Ducie, her two daughters, and Lady Isabel entered, and were conducted to seats by Mr.Kane--seats he had reserved for them at the upper end, near the orchestra.

The same dazzling vision which had burst on the sight of Lord Mount Severn fell on that of the audience, in Isabel, with her rich, white dress, her glittering diamonds, her flowing curls, and her wondrous beauty.

The Misses Ducie, plain girls, in brown silks, turned up their noses worse than nature had done it for them, and Mrs.Ducie heaved an audible sigh.
"The poor motherless girl is to be pitied, my dears," she whispered; "she has nobody to point out to her suitable attire.

This ridiculous decking out must have been Marvel's doings." But she looked like a lily among poppies and sunflowers whether the "decking out" was ridiculous or not.