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〃You remember the description Richard gave； that last night； of the person he had metthe true Thorn？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Did it strike you thenhas it ever occurred to you to thinkthat it accorded with some one？〃
〃In what way； Barbara？〃 he asked； after a pause。 〃It accorded with the description Richard always gave of the man Thorn。〃
〃Richard spoke of the peculiar movement of throwing off the hair from the foreheadin this way。 Did that strike you as being familiar； in connection with the white hand and the diamond ring？〃
〃Many have a habit of pushing off their hairI think I do it myself sometimes。 Barbara； what do you mean？ Have you a suspicion of any one？〃
〃Have you？〃 she returned； answering the question by asking another。
〃I have not。 Since Captain Thorn was disposed of； my suspicions have not pointed anywhere。〃
This sealed Barbara's lips。 She had hers； vague doubts； bringing wonder more than anything else。 At times she had thought the same doubts might have occurred to Mr。 Carlyle； she now found that they had not。 The terrible domestic calamity which had happened to Mr。 Carlyle the same night that Richard protested he had seen Thorn； had prevented Barbara's discussing the matter with him then； and she had never done so since。 Richard had never been further heard of； and the affair had remained in abeyance。
〃I begin to despair of its ever being discovered；〃 she observed。 〃What will become of poor Richard？〃
〃We can but wait； and hope that time may bring forth its own elucidation；〃 continued Mr。 Carlyle。
〃Ah；〃 sighed Barbara； 〃but it is weary waitingweary； weary。〃
〃How is it you contrive to get under the paternal displeasure？〃 he resumed； in a gayer tone。
She blushed vividly； and it was her only answer。
〃The Major Thorn alluded to by your papa is our old friend； I presume？〃
Barbara inclined her head。
〃He is a very pleasant man； Barbara。 Many a young lady in West Lynne would be proud to get him。〃
There was a pause。 Barbara broke it； but she did not look at Mr。 Carlyle as she spoke。
〃The other rumoris it a correct one？〃
〃What other rumor？〃
〃That you are to marry Louisa Dobede。〃
〃It is not。 I have no intention of marrying any one。 Nay； I will say it more strongly； it is my intention not to marry any oneto remain as I am。〃
Barbara lifted her eyes to his in the surprise of the moment。
〃You look amused； Barbara。 Have you been lending your credence to the gossips； who have so kindly disposed of me to Louisa Dobede？〃
〃Not so。 But Louisa Dobede is a girl to be coveted； and； as mamma says； it might be happier for you if you married again。 I thought you would be sure to do so。〃
〃No。 Shewho was my wifelives。〃
〃What of that？〃 uttered Barbara； in simplicity。
He did not answer for a moment； and when he did； it was in a low； almost imperceptible tone； as he stood by the table at which Barbara sat； and looked down on her。
〃 'Whosoever putteth away his wife； and marrieth another； committeth adultery。' 〃
And before Barbara could answer； if； indeed； she had found any answer to make； or had recovered her surprise； he had taken his hat and was gone。
To return for a short while to Lady Isabel。 As the year advanced she grew stronger； and in the latter part of the summer she made preparations for quitting Grenoble。 Where she would fix her residence； or what she would do； she knew not。 She was miserable and restless； and cared little what became of her。 The remotest spot on earth； one unpenetrated by the steps of civilized man； appeared the most desirable for her。 Where was she to find this？〃
She set out on her search； she and the child and its nurse。 Not Susanne。 Susanne had a sweetheart in Grenoble； and declined to leave it； so a girl was engaged for the child in her place。 Lady Isabel wound up her housekeeping； had her things packed and forwarded to Paris； there to wait her orders and finally quitted Grenoble。 It was a fine day when she left itall too fine for the dark ending it was to bring。
When a railway accident does take place in France； it /is/ an accident。 None of your milk…and…water affairs； where a few bruises and a great fright are the extent of the damages but too often a calamity whose remembrance lasts a lifetime。 Lady Isabel had travelled a considerable distance that first day； and at the dusk of evening； as they were approaching a place； Cammere； where she purposed to halt for the night； a dreadful accident occurred。 The details need not be given； and will not be。 It is sufficient to say that some of the passengers were killed； her child and nurse being amongst them； and she herself was dangerously injured。
The injuries lay chiefly in her left leg and in her facethe lower part of her face。 The surgeons； taking their cursory view of her； as they did of the rest of the sufferers； were not sparing in their remarks； for they believed her to be insensible。 She had gathered that the leg was to be amputated； and that she would probably die under the operationbut her turn to be attended to was not yet。 How she contrived to write she never knew； but she got a pen and ink brought to her； and did succeed in scrawling a letter to Lord Mount Severn。
She told him that a sad accident had taken place； she could not say how； all was confusion； and that her child and maid were killed。 She herself was dangerously injured； and was about to undergo an operation； which the doctors believed she could not survive； only /in case of her death would the letter be sent to Lord Mount Severn/。 She could not die； she said； without a word of thanks for all his kindness； and she begged him； when he saw Mr。 Carlyle； to say that with her last breath she humbly implored his forgiveness； and his children's whom she no longer dared to call hers。
Now this letter； by the officiousness of a servant at the inn to which the sufferers were carried； was taken at once to the post。 And； after all； things turned out not quite so bad as anticipated； for when the doctors came to examine the state of Lady Isabel； not cursorily； they found there would be no absolute necessity for the operation contemplated。 Fond as the French surgeons are of the knife； to resort to it in this instance would have been cruel； and they proceeded to other means of cure。
The letter was duly delivered at the town house of Lord Mount Severn； where it was addressed。 The countess was sojourning there for a few days； she had quitted it after the season； but some business； or pleasure； had called her again to town。 Lord Vane was with her； but the earl was in Scotland。 They were at breakfast； she and her son； when the letter was brought in： eighteen pence to pay。 Its scrawled address； its foreign aspect； its appearance； altogether； excited her curiosity； in her own mind； she believed she had dropped upon a nice little conjugal mare's nest。
〃I shall open this；〃 cried she。
〃Why； it is addressed to papa！〃 exclaimed Lord Vane who possessed all his father's notions of honor。
〃But such an odd letter！ It may require an immediate answer； or is some begging petition； perhaps。 Get on with your breakfast。〃
Lady Mount Severn opened the letter； and with some difficulty spelt through its contents。 They shocked even her。
〃How dreadful！〃 she uttered； in the impulse of the moment。
〃What is dreadful？〃 asked Lord Vane； looking up from his breakfast。
〃Lady IsabelIsabel Vaneyou have not forgotten her？〃
〃Forgotten her！〃 he echoed。 〃Why； mamma； I must possess a funny memory to have forgotten her already。〃
〃She is dead。 She has been killed in a railway accident in France。〃
His large blue eyes； honest and true as they had been in childhood； filled； and his face flushed。 He said nothing； for emotion was strong within him。
〃But； shocking as it is； it is better for her；〃 went on the countess； 〃for； poor creature what could her future life had been？〃
〃Oh； don't say it！〃 impetuously broke out the young viscount。 〃Killed in a railway accident； and for you to say that it is better for her！〃
〃So it is better；〃 said the countess。 〃Don't go into heroics； William。 You are quite old enough to know that she had brought misery upon herself； and disgrace upon all connected with her。 No one could ever have taken notice of her again。〃
〃I would；〃 said the boy； stoutly。
Lady Mount Severn smiled derisively。
〃I would。 I never liked anybody in the world half so much as I liked Isabel。〃
〃That's past and gone。 You would not have continued to like her； after the disgrace she wrought。〃
〃Somebody else wrought more of the disgrace than she did； and； had I been a man； I would have shot him dead；〃 flashed the viscount。
〃You don't know anything about it。〃
〃Don't I！〃 returned he； not over dutifully。 But Lady Mount Severn had not brought him up to be dutiful。
〃May I read the letter； mamma？〃 he demanded； after a pause。
〃If you can read it；〃 she replied； tossing it to him。 〃It is written in the strangest style； syllables divided； and the words running one into the other。 She wrote it herself when she was dying。〃
Lord Vane took the letter to a window； and stayed looking over it for some time； the countess ate an egg and a plate of ham meanwhile。 Presently he came back with it folded； and laid in on the table。
〃You will