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A hot flush passed over the brow of Lady Isabel； a sensation very like jealousy flew to her heart。 No woman likes to hear of another's being； or having been attached to her husband： a doubt always arises whether the feeling may not have been reciprocated。
Lady Isabel descended。 She wore a costly black lace dress； its low body and sleeves trimmed with as costly white； and ornaments of jet。 She looked inexpressibly beautiful； and Barbara turned from her with a feeling of sinking jealousy； from her beauty； from her attire； even from the fine； soft handkerchief； which displayed the badge of her rankthe coronet of an earl's daughter。 Barbara looked well； too； she was in a light blue silk robe； and her pretty cheeks were damask with her mind's excitement。 On her neck she wore the gold chain given her by Mr。 Carlylestrange 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。 Well； would she have had him give it her in public？ No； but she was in the mood to notice the omission。
Dinner over； Miss Carlyle beguiled Barbara out of doors。 Barbara would far rather have remained in /his/ presence。 Of course they discussed Lady Isabel。
〃How do you like her？〃 abruptly asked Barbara； alluding to Lady Isabel。
〃Better than I thought I should；〃 acknowledged Miss Carlyle。 〃I had expected airs and graces and pretence； and I must say she is free from them。 She seems quite wrapped up in Archibald and watches for his coming home like a cat watches for a mouse。 She is dull without him。〃
Barbara compelled her manner to indifference。 〃I suppose it is natural。〃
〃I suppose it is absurd；〃 was the retort of Miss Carlyle。 〃I give them little of my company； especially in an evening。 They go strolling out together； or she sings to him； he hanging over her as if she were of gold： to judge by appearances； she is more precious to him than any gold that was ever coined into money。 I'll tell you what I saw last night。 Archibald had what he is not often subject to； a severe headache； and he went into the next room after dinner； and lay on the sofa。 She carried a cup of tea to him； and never came back； leaving her own on the table till it was perfectly cold。 I pushed open the door to tell her so。 There was my lady's cambric handkerchief； soaked in eau…de…Cologne； lying on his forehead； and there was my lady herself； kneeling down and looking at him； he with his arm thrown around her there。 Now I just ask you； Barbara； whether there's any sense in fadding with a man like that？ If ever he did have a headache before he was married； I used to mix him up a good dose of salts and senna； and tell him to go to bed early and sleep the pain off。〃
Barbara made no reply； but she turned her face from Miss Carlyle。
On Barbara's return to the house； she found that Mr。 Carlyle and Lady Isabel were in the adjoining room； at the piano； and Barbara had an opportunity of hearing that sweet voice。 She did； as Miss Carlyle confessed to have done； pushed open the door between the two rooms； and looked in。 It was the twilight hour； almost too dusk to see； but she could distinguish Isabel seated at the piano； and Mr。 Carlyle standing behind her。 She was singing one of the ballads from the opera of the 〃Bohemian Girl；〃 〃When other Lips。〃
〃Why do you like that song so much； Archibald？〃 she asked when she had finished it。
〃I don't know。 I never liked it so much until I heard it from you。〃
〃I wonder if they are come in。 Shall we go into the next room？〃
〃Just this one firstthis translation from the German' 'Twere vain to tell thee all I feel。' There's real music in that song。〃
〃Yes； there is。 Do you know； Archibald； your taste is just like papa's。 He liked all these quiet； imaginative songs； and so do you。 And so do I；〃 she laughingly added； 〃if I must speak the truth。〃
She ceased and began the song； singing it exquisitely； in a low； sweet； earnest tone； the chords of the accompaniment； at its conclusion； dying off gradually into silence。
〃There； Archibald； I am sure I have sung you ten songs at least；〃 she said； leaning her head back against him； and looking at him from her upturned face。 〃You ought to pay me。〃
He did pay her： holding the dear face to him； and taking from it some impassioned kisses。 Barbara turned to the window； a low moan of pain escaping her； as she pressed her forehead on one of its panes； and looked forth at the dusky night。 Isabel came in on her husband's arm。
〃Are you here alone； Miss Hare？ I really beg your pardon。 I supposed you were with Miss Carlyle。〃
〃Where is Cornelia； Barbara？〃
〃I have just come in；〃 was Barbara's reply。 〃I dare say she is following me。〃
So she was； for she entered a moment after； her voice raised in anger at the gardener； who had disobeyed her orders； and obeyed the wishes of Lady Isabel。
The evening wore on to ten； and as the time…piece struck the hour； Barbara rose from her chair in amazement。
〃I did not think it was so late。 Surely some one must have come for me。〃
〃I will inquire；〃 was Lady Isabel's answer； and Mr。 Carlyle touched the bell。 No one had come for Miss Hare。
〃Then I fear I must trouble Peter；〃 cried Barbara。 〃Mamma may be gone to rest； tired； and papa must have forgotten me。 It would never do for me to get locked out；〃 she gaily added。
〃As you were one night before；〃 said Mr。 Carlyle； significantly。
He alluded to the night when Barbara was in the grove of trees with her unfortunate brother； and Mr。 Hare was on the point； unconsciously； of locking her out。 She had given Mr。 Carlyle the history； but its recollection now called up a smart pain； and a change passed over her face。
〃Oh！ Don't； Archibald；〃 she uttered； in the impulse of the moment； 〃don't recall it。〃
Isabel wondered。
〃Can Peter take me？〃 continued Barbara。
〃I had better take you；〃 said Mr。 Carlyle。 〃It is late。〃
Barbara's heart beat at the words； beat as she put her things onas she said good…night to Lady Isabel and Miss Carlyle； it beat to throbbing as she went out with him； and took his arm。 All just as it used to beonly now that he was the husband of another。 Only！
It was a warm； lovely June night； not moonlight； but bright with its summer twilight。 They went down the park into the road； which they crossed； and soon came to a stile。 From that stile there led a path through the fields which would pass the back of Justice Hare's。 Barbara stopped at it。
〃Would you choose the field way to…night； Barbara？ The grass will be damp； and this is the longest way。〃
〃But we shall escape the dust of the road。〃
〃Oh； very well； if you prefer it。 It will not make three minutes' difference。〃
〃He is very anxious to get home to /her/！〃 mentally exclaimed Barbara。 〃I shall fly out upon him； presently； or my heart will burst。〃
Mr。 Carlyle crossed the stile； helped over Barbara； and then gave her his arm again。 He had taken her parasol； as he had taken it the last night they had walked togetheran elegant little parasol； this； of blue silk and white lace； and he did not switch the hedges with it。 That night was present to Barbara now； with all its words and its delusive hopes； terribly present to her was their bitter ending。
There are women of warm； impulsive temperaments who can scarcely help； in certain moments of highly wrought excitement； over…stepping the bounds of nature and decorum； and giving the reins to temper； tongue； and imaginationmaking a scene； in short。 Barbara had been working herself into this state during the whole evening。 The affection of Isabel for her husband； her voice； his caressesseen through the half open doorshad maddened her。 She felt it impossible to restrain her excitement。
Mr。 Carlyle walked on； utterly unconscious that a storm was brewing。 More than that； he was unconscious of having given cause for one； and dashed into an indifferent； common place topic in the most provoking manner。
〃When does the justice begin haymaking； Barbara？〃
There was no reply。 Barbara was swelling and panting； and trying to keep her emotion down。 Mr。 Carlyle tried again；
〃Barbara； I asked you which day your papa cut his hay。〃
Still no reply。 Barbara was literally incapable of making one。 The steam of excitement was on； nearly to its highest pitch。 Her throat was working； the muscles of her mouth began to twitch； and a convulsive sob； or what sounded like it； broke from her。 Mr。 Carlyle turned his head hastily。
〃Barbara！ are you ill？ What is it？〃
On it came； passion； temper； wrongs； and nervousness； all boiling over together。 She shrieked； she sobbed； she was in strong hysterics。 Mr。 Carlyle half…carried； half…dragged her to the second stile； and placed her against it； his arm supporting her； and an old cow and two calves； wondering what the disturbance could mean at that sober time of night； walked up and stared at them。
Barbara struggled with her emotionstruggled manfullyand the sobs