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A strangely wild tumult filled Lady Isabel's bosom。 She first of all hunted her luggage over； her desk； everything belonging to her lest any mark on the linen might be there； which could give a clue to her former self。 The bulk of her luggage remained in Paris； warehoused； where it had been sent ere she quitted Grenoble。 She next saw to her wardrobe； making it still more unlike anything she had used to wear； her caps； save that they were simple； and fitted closely to the face； nearly rivaled those of Miss Carlyle。 Her handwriting she had been striving for years to change the character of； and had so far succeeded that none would now take it for Lady Isabel Vane's。 But her hand shook as she wrote to Mrs。 Carlylewho had written to her。 She /she/ writing to Mr。 Carlyle's wife！ And in the capacity of a subordinate！ How would she like to live with her as a subordinate； as servantit may be saidwhere she had once reigned； the idolized lady？ She must bear that； as she must bear all else。 Hot tears came into her eyes； with a gush； as they fell on the signature； 〃Barbara Carlyle。〃
All ready； she sat down and waited the signal of departure； but that was not to be yet。 It was finally arranged that she should travel to England and to West Lynne with Mrs。 Latimer； and that lady would not return until October。 Lady Isabel could only fold her hands and strive for patience。
But the day did comeit actually did； and Mrs。 Latimer； Lady Isabel； and Afy quitted Stalkenberg。 Mrs。 Latimer would only travel slowly； and the impatient； fevered woman thought the journey would never end。
〃You have been informed； I think； of the position of these unhappy children that you are going to；〃 Mrs。 Latimer observed to her one day。 〃You must not speak to them of their mother。 She left them。〃
〃Yes。〃
〃It is never well to speak to children of a mother who has disgraced them。 Mr。 Carlyle would not like it； and I dare say they are taught to forget her； and to regard Mrs。 Carlyle as their only mother。〃
Her aching heart had to assent to all。
It was a foggy afternoon； gray with the coming twilight； when they arrived at West Lynne。
Mrs。 Latimer believing the governess was a novice in England； kindly put her into a fly； and told the driver his destination。 〃/Au revoir/； madame；〃 she said； 〃and good luck to you。〃
Once more she was whirling along the familiar road。 She saw Justice Hare's house； she saw other marks which she knew well； and once more she saw /East Lynne/； the dear old house； for the fly had turned into the avenue。 Lights were moving in the windows； it looked gay and cheerful； a contrast to her。 Her heart was sick with expectation； her throat was beating； and as the man thundered up with all the force of his one horse； and halted at the steps； her sight momentarily left her。 Would Mr。 Carlyle come to the fly to hand her out？ She wished she had never undertaken the project； now； in the depth of her fear and agitation。 The hall door was flung open； and there gushed forth a blaze of light。
Two men…servants stood there。 The one remained in the hall； the other advanced to the chaise。 He assisted Lady Isabel to alight； and then busied himself with the luggage。 As she ascended to the hall she recognized old Peter。 Strange； indeed； did it seem not to say； 〃How are you； Peter？〃 but to meet him as a stranger。 For a moment； she was at a loss for words； what should she say； or ask； coming to her own home？ Her manner was embarrassed； her voice low。
〃Is Mrs。 Carlyle within？〃
〃Yes； ma'am。〃
At that moment Joyce came forward to receive her。 〃It is Madame Vine； I believe；〃 she respectfully said。 〃Please to step this way； madame。〃
But Lady Isabel lingered in the hall； ostensibly to see that her boxes came in rightStephen was bringing them upin reality to gather a short respite； for Joyce might be about to usher her into the presence of Mr。 and Mrs。 Carlyle。
Joyce； however； did nothing of the sort。 She merely conducted her to the gray parlor。 A fire was burning in the grate； looking cheerful on the autumn night。
〃This is your sitting…room； madame。 What will you please to take？ I will order it brought in while I show you your bed…chamber。〃
〃A cup of tea；〃 answered Lady Isabel。
〃Tea and some cold meat？〃 suggested Joyce。 But Lady Isabel interrupted her。
〃Nothing but tea and a little cold toast。〃
Joyce rang the bell； ordered the refreshment to be made ready； and then preceded Lady Isabel upstairs。 On she followed her heart palpitating； past the rooms that used to be hers； along the corridor； toward the second staircase。 The door of her old dressing…room stood open； and she glanced in with a yearning look。 No； never more； never more could it be hers； she had put it from her by her own free act and deed。 Not less comfortable did it look now than in former days； but it had passed into another's occupancy。 The fire threw its blaze on the furniture。 There were the little ornaments on the large dressing… table； as they used to be in /her/ time； and the cut glass of crystal essence…bottles was glittering in the firelight。 On the sofa lay a shawl and a book； and on the bed a silk dress； as thrown there after being taken off。 No； those rooms were not for her now； and she followed Joyce up the other staircase。 The bedroom she was shown to was commodious and well furnished。 It was the one Miss Carlyle had occupied when she； Isabella； had been taken a bride to East Lynne； though that lady had subsequently quitted it for one on the lower floor。 Joyce put down the waxlight she carried and looked round。
〃Would you like a fire lighted here； madame； for to…night？ Perhaps it will feel welcome after travelling。〃
〃Oh； no； thank you；〃 was the answer。
Stephen； with somebody to help him； was bringing up the luggage。 Joyce directed him where to place it； telling him to uncord the boxes。 That done； the man left the room； and Joyce turned to Lady Isabel； who had stood like a statue； never so much as attempting to remove her bonnet。
〃Can I do anything for you； madame？〃 she asked。
Lady Isabel declined。 In the first moments of her arrival she was dreading detectionhow was it possible that she should notand she feared Joyce's keen eyes more； perhaps than she feared any others。 She was only wishing that the girl would go down。
〃Should you want anything； please to ring； and Hannah will come up；〃 said Joyce； preparing to retire。 〃She is the maid who waits upon the gray parlor； and will do anything you like up here。〃
Joyce had quitted the room； and Lady Isabel had got her bonnet off； when the door opened again。 She hastily thrust it on； somewhat after the fashion of Richard Hare's rushing on his hat and false whiskers。 It was Joyce。
〃Do you think you shall find your way down alone； madame？〃
〃Yes； I can do that；〃 she answered。 Find her way in that house！
Lady Isabel slowly took her things off。 What was the use of lingering she /must/ meet their eyes； sooner or later。 Though； in truth； there was little； if any； fear of her detection； so effectually was she disguised by nature's altering hand； or by art's。 It was with the utmost difficulty she kept tranquil。 Had the tears once burst forth； they would have gone on to hysterics； without the possibility of control。 The coming home again to East Lynne！ Oh； it was indeed a time of agitation； terrible； painful agitation； and none can wonder at it。 Shall I tell you what she did？ Yes； I will at the expense of ridicule。 She knelt down by the bed and prayed for courage to go through the task she had undertaken； prayed for self…controleven she； the sinful； who had quitted that house under circumstances notorious。 But I am not sure that this mode of return to it was an expedition precisely calculated to call down a blessing。
There was no excuse for lingering longer； and she descended； the waxlight in her hand。 Everything was ready in the gray parlorthe tea…tray on the table； the small urn hissing away； the tea…caddy in proximity to it。 A silver rack of dry toast； butter； and a hot muffin covered with a small silver cover。 The things were to her sight as old facesthe rack； the small cover； the butter…dish； the tea…service she remembered them all； not the urna copper oneshe had no recollection of that。 It had possibly been bought for the use of the governess； when a governess came into use at East Lynne。 Could she have given herself leisure to reflect on the matter； she might have told； by the signs observable in the short period she had been in the house； that governesses of East Lynne were regarded as gentlewomen treated well and liberally。 Yes； for East Lynne owned Mr。 Carlyle for its master。
She made the tea； and sat down with what appetite she might； her brain； her thoughts； all in a chaos together。 She wondered whether Mr。 and Mrs。 Carlyle were at dinnershe wondered in what part of the house were the children。 She heard bells ring now and then； she heard servants cross and recross the hall。 Her meal over； she rang her own。
A neat…looking； good…tempered maid answered it； Hannah； who； as Joyce had informed her； waited upon the gray parlor； and was at her； the governess's； especial command。 She took away the things； and then Lady Isabel sat on alone。 For how long； she scarcely knew； when a sound