from West Lynne are with him, and an express has gone to Lynneboro' for
physicians. Mrs. Mason said we were to fetch my young lady right home,
and not lose a moment; and we brought the carriage, sir, Wells galloping
his horses all the way."

"I will bring Lady Isabel," said Mr. Carlyle.

"I am sure, sir, I should be under everlasting obligations if you
would," returned the man.

He worked his way through the concert room--he was tall and
slender--many looking daggers at him, for a pathetic song was just
then being given by a London lady. He disregarded all, and stood before
Isabel.

"I thought you were not coming to speak to me to-night. Is it not a
famous room? I am so pleased!"

"More than famous, Lady Isabel," choosing his words, that they might not
alarm her, "Lord Mount Severn does not find himself so well, and he has
sent the carriage for you."

"Papa not so well!" she quickly exclaimed.

"Not quite. At any rate, he wishes you to go home. Will you allow me to
pilot you through the room?"

"Oh, my dear, considerate papa!" she laughed. "He fears I shall be
weary, and would emancipate me before the time. Thank you, Mr. Carlyle,
but I will wait till the conclusion."