We remained over night at Carlisle, partaking of the hospitality of the prince of bakers, and left the next day for the Lakes, where we had a standing invitation to pay a visit to a distinguished literary lady.

This puzzled him, as we have said, not a little. Sir John Fenwick was a gentleman of good repute, whom he had heard of before now. He had married the Lady Mary Howard, daughter of the Earl of Carlisle, and, though a stanch Jacobite, it was supposed, he was nevertheless looked upon as a man of undoubted probity and honour.

"Neither am I sure that she has not," said the major. "The robbery at Carlisle was no robbery," continued Bunfit. "It was a got-up plant, and about the best as I ever knowed. It's my mind that it was a got-up plant between her ladyship and his lordship; and either the one or the other is just keeping the diamonds till it's safe to take 'em into the market." In Hertford Street

But it wasn't his saying so that made it true. It is the way I feel ..." "That brings us back to the beginning again. I have done my best to persuade you that this feeling is an hallucination." Over and over this ground they went with quickening exchanges, Canning's patience wearing sharper at each circuit, Carlisle growing steadily whiter, but unluckily not more yielding.

With a little laugh she reached up and turned its small commemorative face to the wall. "Or," she added, becoming grave, "are you really quite tired out with being with me?" "I was hardly thinking that," said Canning. He dropped into a chair and stared into the fire. Carlisle glanced at his face in profile; a virile and commanding face it was, and to her, singularly attractive.

"You've been plotting against us!" he said to Josephine grimly. "Well!" "You are unjust, as usual, Sir," said Carlisle hotly. "On the contrary, she just kept us from killing you which by all the rights of God and man we ought to have done, and will do, some day." "What do you mean?" demanded Dunwody dully. "You she saved " "It iss the truth," assented Kammerer, in his turn.

The light behind me grows dimmer, dimmer, dimmer, and not yet comes the gleam of the light in front. I'm not at the darkest; no, I'm not." "A guest is knocking at your heart, Mr. Garth. Will you open to him?" Then, in another tone, she added: "To-morrow at daybreak two men will die in Carlisle my father and Ralph Ray and they are innocent!"

Often had the Sunday editors told their "public" of his exploits in the sporting and social realms, as they called them; not rarely had journals of a more gossipy character paragraphed him smartly, using their asterisks to remove all doubt as to who was meant. Before such an evening as this had ever crossed her maiden's dreams, Carlisle Heth had read of Hugo Canning....

A line from Newcastle-on-Tyne to Carlisle was also surveyed and reported on by him some years later; and the Stratford and Moreton Railway was actually constructed under his direction. He made use of railways in all his large works of masonry, for the purpose of facilitating the haulage of materials to the points at which they were required to be deposited or used.

She would not lie down tamely and be trampled upon by malicious mischance. She would not ... Mrs. Heth, just risen from her refreshing nap, heard the sounds of arrival in the adjoining room and opened the door between. Then she leaned back against the door-frame, her ladylike eyes starting from her head. "Carlisle!... Oh, merciful heavens! What? What on earth's happened?"