Part 12 (1/2)

”Have you ever heard from your sister, Joyce?” began Mr. Carlyle, somewhat abruptly.

”No, sir,” was the reply; ”I think it would be a wonder if I did hear.”

”Why so?”

”If she would go off after Richard Hare, who had sent her father into his grave, she would be more likely to hide herself and her doings than to proclaim them to me, sir.”

”Who was that other, that fine gentleman, who came after her?”

The color mantled in Joyce's cheeks, and she dropped her voice.

”Sir! Did you hear of him?”

”Not at that time. Since. He came from Swainson, did he not?”

”I believe so, sir. Afy never would say much about him. We did not agree upon the point. I said a person of his rank would do her no good; and Afy flew out when I spoke against him.”

Mr. Carlyle caught her up. ”His rank. What was his rank?”

”Afy bragged of his being next door to a lord; and he looked like it. I only saw him once; I had gone home early, and there sat him and Afy. His white hands were all glittering with rings, and his s.h.i.+rt was finished off with s.h.i.+ning stones where the b.u.t.tons ought to be.”

”Have you seen him since?”

”Never since, never but once; and I don't think I should know him if I did see him. He got up, sir, as soon as I went into the parlor, shook hands with Afy, and left. A fine, upright man he was, nearly as tall as you, sir, but very slim. Those soldiers always carry themselves well.”

”How do you know he was a soldier?” quickly rejoined Mr. Carlyle.

”Afy told me so. 'The Captain' she used to call him; but she said he was not a captain yet awhile--the next grade to it, a--a----”

”Lieutenant?” suggested Mr. Carlyle.

”Yes, sir, that was it--Lieutenant Thorn.”

”Joyce,” said Mr. Carlyle, ”has it never struck you that Afy is more likely to have followed Lieutenant Thorn than Richard Hare?”

”No, sir,” answered Joyce; ”I have felt certain always that she is with Richard Hare, and nothing can turn me from the belief. All West Lynne is convinced of it.”

Mr. Carlyle did not attempt to ”turn her from her belief.” He dismissed her, and sat on still, revolving the case in all its bearings.

Richard Hare's short interview with his mother had soon terminated. It lasted but a quarter of an hour, both dreading interruptions from the servants; and with a hundred pounds in his pocket, and desolation in his heart, the ill-fated young man once more quitted his childhood's home.

Mrs. Hare and Barbara watched him steal down the path in the telltale moonlight, and gain the road, both feeling that those farewell kisses they had pressed upon his lips would not be renewed for years, and might not be forever.

CHAPTER VII.

MISS CARLYLE AT HOME.

The church clocks at West Lynne struck eight one lovely morning in July, and then the bells chimed out, giving token that it was Sunday.

East Lynne had changed owners, and now it was the property of Mr.