Part 61 (1/2)

”I have named the sum, Isabel, and I shall not make it less. A hundred pounds every three months shall be paid to you, dating from this day.

This does not count,” said he, laying down some notes on the table.

He took her hand within his in token of farewell; turned and was gone.

And Lady Isabel remained in her chamber alone.

Alone; alone! Alone for evermore!

CHAPTER XXVII.

BARBARA'S MISDOINGS.

A sunny afternoon in summer. More correctly speaking, it may be said a summer's evening, for the bright beams were already slanting athwart the substantial garden of Mr. Justice Hare, and the tea hour, seven, was pa.s.sing. Mr. and Mrs. Hare and Barbara were seated at the meal; somehow, meals always did seem in process at Justice Hare's; if it was not breakfast, it was luncheon--if it was not luncheon, it was dinner--if it was not dinner, it was tea. Barbara sat in tears, for the justice was giving her a ”piece of his mind,” and poor Mrs. Hare deferently agreeing with her husband, as she would have done had he proposed to set the house on fire and burn her up in it, yet sympathizing with Barbara, moved uneasily in her chair.

”You do it for the purpose; you do it to anger me,” thundered the justice, bringing down his hand on the tea-table and causing the cups to rattle.

”No I don't, papa,” sobbed Barbara.

”Then why do you do it?”

Barbara was silent.

”No; you can't answer; you have nothing to urge. What is the matter, pray, with Major Thorn? Come, I will be answered.”

”I don't like him,” faltered Barbara.

”You do like him; you are telling me an untruth. You have liked him well enough whenever he has been here.”

”I like him as an acquaintance, papa; not as a husband.”

”Not as a husband!” repeated the exasperated justice. ”Why, bless my heart and body, the girl's going mad! Not as a husband! Who asked you to like him as a husband before he became such? Did ever you hear that it was necessary or expedient, or becoming for a young lady to act on and begin to 'like' a gentleman as 'her husband?'”

Barbara felt a little bewildered.

”Here's the whole parish saying that Barbara Hare can't be married, that n.o.body will have her, on account of--of--of that cursed stain left by--- -, I won't trust myself to name him, I should go too far. Now, don't you think that's a pretty disgrace, a fine state of things?”

”But it is not true,” said Barbara; ”people do ask me.”

”But what's the use of their asking when you say 'No?'” raved the justice. ”Is that the way to let the parish know that they ask? You are an ungrateful, rebellious, self-willed daughter, and you'll never be otherwise.”

Barbara's tears flowed freely. The justice gave a dash at the bell handle, to order the tea things carried away, and after their removal the subject was renewed, together with Barbara's grief. That was the worst of Justice Hare. Let him seize hold of a grievance, it was not often he got upon a real one, and he kept on at it, like a blacksmith hammering at his forge. In the midst of a stormy oration, tongue and hands going together, Mr. Carlyle came in.

Not much altered; not much. A year and three-quarters had gone by and they had served to silver his hair upon the temples. His manner, too, would never again be careless and light as it once had been. He was the same keen man of business, the same pleasant, intelligent companion; the generality of people saw no change in him. Barbara rose to escape.

”No,” said Justice Hare, planting himself between her and the door; ”that's the way you like to get out of my reach when I am talking to you. You won't go; so sit down again. I'll tell you of your ill-conduct before Mr. Carlyle, and see if that will shame you.”

Barbara resumed her seat, a rush of crimson dyeing her cheeks. And Mr.