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Carlyle was about to quit the room, and beckoned to him. "Do not leave the house, Mr. Carlyle. When he wakes up, it may cheer him to see you here; he liked you very much." "I will not leave it, Lady Isabel. I did not think of doing so." In time it seemed an age the medical men arrived from Lynneborough three of them the groom had thought he could not summon too many.
How is the baby, sir, and Mrs. Carlyle?" "All well. Good day, Afy." Spacious courts were the assize courts of Lynneborough; and it was well they were so, otherwise more people had been disappointed, and numbers were, of hearing the noted trial of Sir Francis Levison for the murder of George Hallijohn. The circumstances attending the case caused it to bear for the public an unparalleled interest.
Two minutes in his dressing-room, and he entered the drawing-room, apologizing for keeping them waiting dinner, and explaining that he had been compelled to go to his office to give some orders subsequent to his return to Lynneborough. Lady Isabel's lips were pressed together, and she preserved an obstinate silence. Mr. Carlyle, in his unsuspicion, did not notice it.
"That bright gem in the prison at Lynneborough," exclaimed Wilson. "I hope he may have found himself pretty well since yesterday! I wonder how many trainfuls from West Lynne will go to his hanging?" Isabel's face turned crimson, her heart sick. She had not dared to inquire how the trial terminated. The subject altogether was too dreadful, and nobody had happened to mention it in her hearing.
"She's not a bad servant, as servants go," responded Miss Carlyle. "She's steady and respectable; but she has got a tongue as long as from here to Lynneborough." "That won't hurt baby," said Lady Isabel. "But if she has lived as lady's maid, she probably does not understand the care of infants." "Yes she does. She was upper servant at Squire Pinner's before going to Mrs. Hare's.
Ball, who, being a bachelor, was ever regarded with much graciousness by Afy, for she kept her eyes open to contingencies; although Mr. Joe Jiffin was held in reserve. "They are both committed for wilful murder off to Lynneborough within an hour!" Afy's color rose. "What a shame! To commit two innocent men upon such a charge."
Perhaps Richard's went up also. One word touching that wretched prisoner in the condemned cell at Lynneborough. As you must have anticipated, the extreme sentence was not carried out. And, little favorite as Sir Francis is with you and with me, we can but admit that justice did not demand that it should be.
Did the form of one, then in a felon's cell at Lynneborough, thrust itself before him, or that of his absent and unconscious wife? "To His rest in Heaven," she murmured, in the hollow tones of the departing. "Yes, yes I know that God had forgiven me. Oh, what a struggle it has been!
Carlyle; next, he had been seduced into joining the corps of the Theatre Royal at Lynneborough; then he turned auctioneer; then travelling in the oil and color line; then a parson, the urgent pastor of some new sect; then omnibus driver; then collector of the water rate; and now he was clerk again, not in Mr. Carlyle's office, but in that of Ball & Treadman, other solicitors of West Lynne.
I must be off to catch the six train." "You will come over from time to time to East Lynne to see William?" "If you wish it. It may be a satisfaction, perhaps. Bon jour, madame." Lady Isabel bowed to him as he left the room with Mr. Carlyle. "How fond that French governess of yours is of the boy!" the doctor whispered, as they crossed the hall. "I detected it when she brought him to Lynneborough.
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