Part 59 (2/2)

”Certainly not. I had no power to attempt anything of the sort. I went to demand an answer to my question--what he had done with you, and where you were. He gave me this address, but said he knew nothing of your movements since December.”

There was a long silence. The earl appeared to be alternately ruminating and taking a survey of the room. Isabel sat with her head down.

”Why did you seek me out?” she presently broke forth. ”I am not worth it. I have brought enough disgrace upon your name.”

”And upon your husband's and upon your children's,” he rejoined, in the most severe manner, for it was not in the nature of the Earl of Mount Severn to gloss over guilt. ”Nevertheless it is inc.u.mbent upon me, as your nearest blood relative, to see after you, now that you are alone again, and to take care, as far as I can, that you do not lapse lower.”

He might have spared her that stab. But she scarcely understood him. She looked at him, wondering whether she did understand.

”You have not a s.h.i.+lling in the world,” he resumed. ”How do you propose to live?”

”I have some money yet. When--”

”His money?” sharply and haughtily interposed the earl.

”No,” she indignantly replied. ”I am selling my trinkets. Before they are all gone, I shall look out to get a living in some way; by teaching, probably.”

”Trinkets!” repeated Lord Mount Severn. ”Mr. Carlyle told me that you carried nothing away with you from East Lynne.”

”Nothing that he had given me. These were mine before I married. You have seen Mr. Carlyle, then?” she faltered.

”Seen him?” echoed the indignant earl. ”When such a blow was dealt him by a member of my family, could I do less than hasten to East Lynne to tender my sympathies? I went with another subject too--to discover what could have been the moving springs of your conduct; for I protest, when the black tidings reached me, I believed that you must have gone mad.

You were one of the last whom I should have feared to trust. But I learned nothing, and Carlyle was as ignorant as I. How could you strike him such a blow?”

Lower and lower drooped her head, brighter shone the shame on her hectic cheek. An awful blow to Mr. Carlyle it must have been; she was feeling it in all its bitter intensity. Lord Mount Severn read her repentant looks.

”Isabel,” he said, in a tone which had lost something of its harshness, and it was the first time he had called her by her Christian name, ”I see that you are reaping the fruits. Tell me how it happened. What demon prompted you to sell yourself to that bad man?”

”He is a bad man!” she exclaimed. ”A base, heartless man!”

”I warned you at the commencement of your married life to avoid him; to shun all a.s.sociation with him; not to admit him to your house.”

”His coming to East Lynne was not my doing,” she whispered. ”Mr. Carlyle invited him.”

”I know he did. Invited him in his unsuspicious confidence, believing his wife to be his wife, a trustworthy woman of honor,” was the severe remark.

She did not reply; she could not gainsay it; she only sat with her meek face of shame and her eyelids drooping.

”If ever a woman had a good husband, in every sense of the word, you had, in Carlyle; if ever man loved his wife, he loved you. How could you so requite him?”

She rolled, in a confused manner, the corners of her warm shawl over her unconscious fingers.

”I read the note you left for your husband. He showed it to me; the only one, I believe, to whom he did show it. It was to him entirely inexplicable, it was so to me. A notion had been suggested to him, after your departure, that his sister had somewhat marred your peace at East Lynne, and he blamed you much, if it was so, for not giving him your full confidence on the point, that he might set matters on the right footing. But it was impossible, and there was the evidence in the note besides, that the presence of Miss Carlyle at East Lynne could be any excuse for your disgracing us all and ruining yourself.”

”Do not let us speak of these things,” said Lady Isabel, faintly. ”It cannot redeem the past.”

”But I must speak of them; I came to speak of them,” persisted the earl; ”I could not do it as long as that man was here. When these inexplicable things take place in the career of a woman, it is a father's duty to look into motives and causes and actions, although the events in themselves may be, as in this case, irreparable. Your father is gone, but I stand in his place, there is no one else to stand in it.”

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