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〃Ay； ay；〃 nodded the justice； 〃set her up。 Seaside？ Can't we go？〃
〃Certainly； dear； if you wish it； when you shall be a little stronger。〃
〃Ay； ay；〃 nodded the justice again。 It was his usual answer now。 〃Stronger。 Where's Barbara？〃
〃She goes on Monday； sir；〃 said Richard； likewise bending his head。 〃Only for a fortnight。 But they talk of going again later in the autumn。〃
〃Can't I go； too？〃 repeated the justice； looking pleadingly in Richard's face。
〃You shall； dear father。 Who knows but a month or two's bracing would bring you quite round again？ We might go all together； ourselves and the Carlyles。 Anne comes to stay with us next week； you know； and we might go when her visit is over。〃
〃Aye； all go together。 Anne's coming？〃
〃Have you forgotten； dear Richard？ She comes to stay a month with us； and Mr。 Clitheroe and the children。 I am so pleased she will find you better；〃 added Mrs。 Hare； her gentle eyes filling。 〃Mr。 Wainwright says you may go out for a drive to…morrow。〃
〃And I'll be coachman；〃 laughed Richard。 〃It will be the old times come round again。 Do you remember； father； my breaking the pole； one moonlight night； and your not letting me drive for six months afterwards？〃
The poor justice laughed in answer to Richard； laughed till the tears ran down his face； probably not knowing in the least what he was laughing at。
〃Richard；〃 said Mrs。 Hare to her son； almost in an apprehensive tone； her hand pressing his nervously； 〃was not that Afy Hallijohn I saw you speaking with at the gate？〃
〃Did you？ What a spectacle she had made of herself！ I wonder she is not ashamed to go through the streets in such a guise！ Indeed； I wonder she shows herself at all。〃
〃Richard； youyouwill not be drawn in again？〃 were the next whispered words。
〃Mother！〃 There was a sternness in his mild blue eyes as he cast them upon his mother。 Those beautiful eyesthe very counterpart of Barbara's； both his and hers the counterpart of Mrs。 Hare's。 The look had been sufficient refutation without words。
〃Mother mine； I am going to belong to you in the future； and to nobody else。 West Lynne is already busy for me； I understand； pleasantly carving out my destiny。 One marvels whether I shall lose myself with Miss Afy； another； that I shall set on offhand； and court Louisa Dobede。 They are all wrong； my place will be with my darling mother； at least； for several years to come。〃
She clasped his hand to her bosom in her glad delight。
〃We want happiness together； mother； to enable us to forget the past； for upon none did the blow fall； as upon you and upon me。 And the happiness we shall find； in our own home； living for each other； and striving to amuse my poor father。〃
〃Aye； aye；〃 complacently put in Justice Hare。
So it would be。 Richard had returned to his home； had become； to all intent and purposes； its master； for the justice would never be in a state to hold sway again。 He had resumed his position； and regained the favor of West Lynne； which； always in extremes； was now wanting to kill him with kindness。 A happy； happy home from henceforth； and Mrs。 Hare lifted up her full heart in thankfulness to God。 Perhaps Richard's went up also。
One word touching that wretched prisoner in the condemned cell at Lynneborough。 As you must have anticipated； the extreme sentence was not carried out。 And； little favorite as Sir Francis is with you and with me； we can but admit that justice did not demand that it should be。 That he had willfully killed Hallijohn； was certain； but the act was committed in a moment of wild rage； it had not been premeditated。 The sentence was commuted to transportation。 A far more disgraceful one in the estimation of Sir Francis； a far more unwelcome one in the eyes of his wife。 It is no use to mince the truth； one little grain of comfort had penetrated to Lady Levison； the anticipation of the time when she and her ill…fated child should be alone； and could hide themselves in some hidden nook of the wide world； /he/； and his crime； and his end gone； forgotten。 But it seems he was not to go and be forgotten； she and the boy must be tied to him still； and she was lost in horror and rebellion。
He envied the dead Hallijohn； did that man； as he looked forth on the future。 A cheering prospect truly！ The gay Sir Francis Levison working in chains with his gang！ Where would his diamonds and his perfumed handkerchiefs and his white hands be then？ After a time he might get a ticket…of…leave。 He groaned in agony as the turnkey suggested it to him。 A ticket…of…leave for /him/！ Oh； why did they not hang him？ he wailed forth as he closed his eyes to the dim light。 The light of the cell； you understand； he could not close them to the light of the future。 No； never again； it shone out all too plainly； dazzling his brain as with a flame of living fire。
CHAPTER XLVI。
UNTIL ETERNITY。
Barbara was at the seaside； and Lady Isabel was in her bed； dying。 You remember the old French saying； /L'homme propose； et Dieu dispose/。 An exemplification of it was here。
She； Lady Isabel； had consented to remain at East Lynne during Mrs。 Carlyle's absence； on purpose that she might be with her children。 But the object was frustrated； for Lucy and Archibald had been removed to Miss Carlyle's。 It was Mr。 Carlyle's arrangement。 He thought the governess ought to have entire respite from all charge； and that poor governess dared not say； let them stay with me。 Lady Isabel had also purposed to be safely away from East Lynne before the time came for her to die； but that time had advanced with giant strides； and the period for removal was past。 She was going out as her mother had done； rapidly unexpectedly； 〃like the snuff of a candle。〃 Wilson was in attendance on her mistress； Joyce remained at home。
Barbara had chosen a watering…place near； not thirty miles off； so that Mr。 Carlyle went there most evenings； returning to his office in the mornings。 Thus he saw little of East Lynne； paying one or two flying visits only。 From the Saturday to the Wednesday in the second week； he did not come home at all； and it was in those few days that Lady Isabel had changed for the worse。 On the Wednesday he was expected home to dinner and to sleep。
Joyce was in a state of frenzyor next door to it。 Lady Isabel was dying； and what would become of the ominous secret？ A conviction； born of her fears； was on the girl's mind that； with death； the whole must become known； and who was to foresee what blame might not be cast upon her； by her master and mistress； for not having disclosed it？ She might be accused of having been an abettor in the plot from the first！ Fifty times it was in Joyce's mind to send for Miss Carlyle and tell her all。
The afternoon was fast waning； and the spirit of Lady Isabel seemed to be waning with it。 Joyce was in the room in attendance upon her。 She had been in a fainting state all day； but felt better now。 She was partially raised in bed by pillows； a white Cashmere shawl over her shoulders； her nightcap off； to allow as much air as possible to come to her； and the windows stood open。
Footsteps sounded on the gravel in the quiet stillness of the summer air。 They penetrated even to her ear； for all her faculties were keen yet。 Beloved footsteps； and a tinge of hectic rose to her cheeks。 Joyce； who stood at the window； glanced out。 It was Mr。 Carlyle。
〃Joyce！〃 came forth a cry from the bed； sharp and eager。
Joyce turned round。 〃My lady？〃
〃I should die happily if I might see him。〃
〃See him！〃 uttered Joyce； doubting her own ears。 〃My lady！ See /him/！ Mr。 Carlyle！〃
〃What can it signify？ I am already as one dead。 Should I ask it or wish it； think you； in rude life？ The yearning has been upon me for days Joyce； it is keeping death away。〃
〃It could not be； my lady；〃 was the decisive answer。 〃It must not be。 It is as a thing impossible。〃
Lady Isabel burst into tears。 〃I can't die for the trouble；〃 she wailed。 〃You keep my children from me。 They must not come； you say； lest I should betray myself。 Now you would keep my husband。 Joyce； Joyce； let me see him！〃
Her husband！ Poor thing！ Joyce was in a maze of distress； though not the less firm。 Her eyes were wet with tears； but she believed she should be infringing her allegiance to her mistress did she bring Mr。 Carlyle to the presence of his former wife； altogether it might be productive of nothing but confusion。
A knock at the chamber door。 Joyce called out； 〃Come in。〃 The two maids； Hannah and Sarah； were alone in the habit of coming to the room； and neither of them had ever known Madame Vine as Lady Isabel。 Sarah put in her head。
〃Master wants you； Miss Joyce。〃
〃I'll come。〃
〃He is in the dining…room。 I have just taken down Master Arthur to him。〃
Mr。 Carlyle had got 〃Master Arthur〃 on his shoulder when Joyce entered。 Master Arthur was decidedly given to noise and rebellion； and was already； as Wilson expressed it； 〃sturdy upon his pins。〃
〃How is Madame Vine； Joyce？〃
Joyce scarcely knew how to answer。 But she did not dare to equivocate as to her precarious state。 And where the use； when a few hours would probably see the end of it？
〃She is very ill； indeed； sir。〃
〃Worse？〃
〃Sir； I fear she is dying。〃
Mr。 Carlyle； in h