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bara？〃

〃If　we　were　to　get　there　byby　seven；　I　should　think；　their　dinner　will　be　over　then。〃

〃Yes；〃　answered　Mrs。　Hare；　with　alacrity；　who　was　always　pleased　when　somebody　else　decided　for　her。　〃But　I　should　like　some　tea　before　we　start；　Barbara。〃

Barbara　took　care　that　her　mamma　should　have　some　tea　and　then　they　proceeded　toward　East　Lynne。　It　was　a　lovely　eveningthe　air　warm；　and　the　humming　gnats　sported　in　it　as　if　to　make　the　most　of　the　waning　summer。　Mrs。　Hare　enjoyed　it　at　first；　but　ere　she　reached　East　Lynne；　she　became　aware　that　the　walk　was　too　much　for　her。　She　did　not　usually　venture　upon　half　so　long　a　one；　and　probably　the　fever　and　agitation　of　the　morning　had　somewhat　impaired　her　day's　strength。　She　laid　her　hand　upon　the　iron　gate　as　they　turned　into　the　park；　and　stood　still。

〃I　did　wrong　to　come；　Barbara。〃

〃Lean　on　me；　mamma。　When　you　reach　those　benches；　you　can　take　a　good　rest　before　proceeding　to　the　house。　It　is　very　warm；　and　that　may　have　fatigued　you。〃

They　gained　the　benches；　which　were　placed　under　some　of　the　park　trees；　in　front　of　the　gates　and　the　road；　but　not　of　the　house；　and　Mrs。　Hare　sat　down。　Another　minute　and　they　were　surrounded。　Mr。　Carlyle；　his　wife；　and　sister；　who　were　taking　an　after…dinner　stroll　amidst　the　flowers　with　their　guest；　Francis　Levison；　discerned　them；　and　came　up。　The　children；　except　the　youngest；　were　of　the　party。　Lady　Isabel　warmly　welcomed　Mrs。　Hare；　she　had　become　quite　attached　to　the　delicate　and　suffering　woman。

〃A　pretty　one；　I　am；　am　I　not；　Archibald；　to　come　inquiring　after　one　invalid；　and　am　so　much　of　an　invalid　myself　that　I　have　to　stop　half…　way？〃　Mrs。　Hare　exclaimed；　as　Mr。　Carlyle　shook　her　hand。　〃I　was　so　greatly　concerned　to　hear　of　poor　Joyce。〃

〃You　must　stay　the　evening；　now　you　are　here；〃　cried　Lady　Isabel。　〃It　will　afford　you　a　good　rest；　and　tea　will　refresh　you。〃

〃Oh　thank　you；　but　we　have　taken　tea；〃　said　Mrs。　Hare。

〃There　is　no　reason　why　you　should　not　take　some　more；〃　she　laughed。　〃Indeed；　you　seem　too　fatigued　to　be　anything　but　a　prisoner　with　us　for　the　next　hour　or　two。〃

〃I　fear　I　am；〃　answered　Mrs。　Hare。

〃Who　the　dickens　are　they？〃　Captain　Levison　was　muttering　to　himself；　as　he　contemplated　the　guests　from　a　distance。　〃It's　a　deuced　pretty　girl；　whoever　she　may　be。　I　think　I'll　approach；　they　don't　look　formidable。〃

He　did　approach；　and　the　introduction　was　made：　〃Captain　Levison；　Mrs。　Hare　and　Miss　Hare。〃　A　few　formal　words；　and　Captain　Levison　disappeared　again；　challenging　little　William　Carlyle　to　a　foot…race。

〃How　very　poorly　your　mamma　looks！〃　Mr。　Carlyle　exclaimed　to　Barbara；　when　they　were　beyond　the　hearing　of　Mrs。　Hare；　who　was　busy　talking　with　Lady　Isabel　and　Miss　Carlyle。　〃And　she　has　appeared　so　much　stronger　lately；　altogether　better。〃

〃The　walk　here　has　fatigued　her；　I　feared　it　would　be　too　long；　so　that　she　looks　unusually　pale；〃　replied　Barbara。　〃But　what　do　you　think　it　is　that　has　upset　her　again；　Mr。　Carlyle？〃

He　turned　his　inquiring　eyes　upon　Barbara。

〃Papa　came　downstairs　this　morning；　saying　mamma　was　ill；　that　she　had　one　of　her　old　attacks　of　fever　and　restlessness。　I　declare；　as　papa　spoke；　I　thought　to　myself　could　mamma　have　been　dreaming　some　foolish　dream　againfor　you　remember　how　ill　she　used　to　be　after　them。　I　ran　upstairs　and　the　first　thing　that　mamma　said　to　me　was；　that　she　had　had　one　of　those　dreadful　dreams。〃

〃I　fancied　she　must　have　outlived　her　fear　of　them；　that　her　own　plain　sense　had　come　to　her　aid　long　ago；　showing　her　how　futile　dreams　are；　meaning　nothing；　even　if　hers　do　occasionally　touch　upon　thatthat　unhappy　mystery。〃

〃You　may　just　as　well　reason　with　a　post　as　reason　with　mamma　when　she　is　suffering　from　the　influence　of　one　of　those　dreams；〃　returned　Barbara。　〃I　tried　it　this　morning。　I　asked　her　to　call　upas　you　observegood　sense　to　her　aid。　And　her　reply　was；　'How　could　she　help　her　feelings？　She　did　not　induce　the　dream　by　thinking　of　Richard；　or　in　any　other　way；　and　yet　it　came　and　shattered　her。'　Of　course　so　far；　mamma　is　right；　for　she　cannot　help　the　dreams　coming。〃

Mr。　Carlyle　made　no　immediate　reply。　He　picked　up　a　ball　belonging　to　one　of　the　children；　which　lay　in　his　path；　and　began　tossing　it　gently　in　his　hand。　〃It　is　a　singular　thing；〃　he　observed；　presently；　〃that　we　do　not　hear　from　Richard。〃

〃Oh；　very；　very。　And　I　know　mamma　distresses　over　it。　A　few　words　which　she　let　fall　this　morning；　betrayed　it　plainly。　I　am　no　believer　in　dreams；〃　continued　Barbara；　〃but　I　cannot　deny　that　these；　which　take　such　a　hold　upon　mamma；　do　bear　upon　the　case　in　a　curious　manner　the　one　she　had　last　night　especially。〃

〃What　was　it？〃　asked　Mr。　Carlyle。

〃She　dreamed　that　the　real　murderer　was　at　West　Lynne。　She　thought　he　was　at　our　houseas　a　visitor；　she　said；　or　like　one　making　a　morning　calland　we；　she　and　I；　were　conversing　with　him　about　the　murder。　He　wanted　to　deny　itto　put　it　on　Richard；　and　he　turned　and　whispered　to　Otway　Bethel；　who　stood　behind　his　chair。　This　is　another　strange　thing；〃　added　Barbara；　lifting　her　blue　eyes　in　their　deep　earnestness　to　the　face　of　Mr。　Carlyle。

〃What　is　strange？　You　speak　in　enigmas；　Barbara。〃

〃I　mean　that　Otway　Bethel　should　invariably　appear　in　her　dreams。　Until　that　stolen　visit　of　Richard's　we　had　no　idea　he　was　near　the　spot　at　the　time；　and　yet　he　had　always　made　a　prominent　feature　in　these　dreams。〃

〃And　who　was　the　murdererin　your　mamma's　dream？〃　continued　Mr。　Carlyle；　speaking　as　gravely　as　though　he　were　upon　a　subject　that　men　ridicule　not。

〃She　cannot　remember；　except　that　he　seemed　a　gentleman；　and　that　we　held　intercourse　with　him　as　such。　Now；　that　again　is　remarkable。　We　never　told　her；　you　know；　of　our　suspicions　of　Captain　Thorn。〃

〃I　think　you　must　be　becoming　a　convert　to　the　theory　of　dreams　yourself；　Barbara；　you　are　so　very　earnest；〃　smiled　Mr。　Carlyle。

〃No；　not　to　dreams；　but　I　am　earnest　for　my　dear　brother　Richard's　sake。〃

〃That　Thorn　does　not　appear　in　a　hurry　again　to　favor　West　Lynne　with　his〃

Mr。　Carlyle　paused；　for　Barbara　had　hurriedly　laid　her　hand　upon　his　arm；　with　a　warning　gesture。　In　talking　they　had　wandered　across　the　park　to　its　ornamental　grounds；　and　were　now　in　a　quiet　path；　overshadowed　on　the　other　side　by　a　chain　of　imitation　rocks。　Seated　astride　on　the　summit　of　these　rocks；　right　above　where　Mr。　Carlyle　and　Barbara　were　standing　was　Francis　Levison。　His　face　was　turned　from　them　and　he　appeared　intent　upon　a　child's　whip；　winding　leather　round　its　handle。　Whether　he　heard　their　footsteps　or　not；　he　did　not　turn。　They　quickened　their　pace；　and　quitted　the　walk；　bending　their　steps　backward　toward　the　group　of　ladies。

〃Could　he　have　heard　what　we　were　saying？〃　ejaculated　Barbara；　below　her　breath。

Mr。　Carlyle　looked　down　upon　the　concerned；　flushed　cheeks　with　a　smile。　Barbara　was　so　evidently　perturbed。　But　for　a　certain　episode　of　their　lives；　some　years　ago；　he　might　have　soothed　her　tenderly。

〃I　think　he　must　have　heard　a　little；　Barbara；　unless　his　wits　were　wool…gathering。　He　might　not　be　attending。　What　if　he　did　hear？　It　is　of　no　consequence。〃

〃I　was　speaking；　you　know；　of　Captain　Thornof　his　being　the　murderer。〃

〃You　were　not　speaking　of　Richard　or　his　movements；　so　never　mind。　Levison　is　a　stranger　to　the　whole。　It　is　nothing　to　him。　If　he　did　hear　the　name　of　Thorn　mentioned；　or　even　distinguished　the　subject；　it　would　bear　for　him　no　interestwould　go；　as　the　saying　runs；　'in　at　one　ear　and　out　at　the　other。'　Be　at　rest；　Barbara。〃

He　really　did　look　somewhat　tenderly　upon　her　as　he　spokeand　they　were　near　enough　to　Lady　Isabel　for　her　to　note　the　glance。　She　need　not　have　been　jealous：　it　bore　no　treachery　to　her。　But　she　did　note　it；　she　had　noted　also　their　wandering　away　together；　and　she　jumped　to　the　conclusion　that　it　was　premeditated；　that　they　had　gone　beyond　her　sight　to　enjoy　each　other's　society　for　a　few　stolen　moments。　Wonderfully　attractive　looked　Barbara　that　evening；　for　Mr。　Carlyle　or　any　one　else　to　steal　away　with。　Her　tasty；　elegant　airy　summer　attire；　her　bright　blue　eyes；　her　charming　features；　and　her　damask　cheeks！　She　had　untied　the　strings　of　her　pretty　white　bonnet；　and　was　restlessly　playing　with　them；　more　in　thought　than　nervousness。

〃Barbara；　love；　how　are　we　to　get　home？〃　asked　Mrs。　Hare。　〃I　do　fear　I　shall　never　walk　it。　I　wish　I　had　told　Benjamin　to　bring　the　phaeton。〃

〃I　can　send　to　him；〃　said　Mr。　Carlyle。

〃But　it　is　too　bad　of　me；　Archibald；　to　take　you　and　Lady　Isabel　by　storm　in　this　unceremonious　manner；　and　to　give　your　servants　trouble　besides。〃

〃A　great　deal　too　bad；　I　think；〃　returned　Mr。　Carlyle；　with　mock　gravity。　〃As　to　the　servants；　the　one　who　has　to　go　will　never　get　over　the　trouble；　depend　upon　it。　You　always　were　more　concerned　for　others　than　for　yourself；　dear　Mrs。　Hare。〃

〃And　you　were　always　kind；　Archibald；　smoothing　difficulties　for　all；　and　making　a　trouble　of　nothing。　Ah；　Lady　Isabel；　were　I　a　young　woman；　I　should　be　envying　you　your　good　husband；　there　are　not　many　like　him。〃

Possibly　the　sentence　reminded　Lady　Isabel　that　another；　who　was　young；　might　be　envying　her；　for　her　cheeksIsabel'sf