once seen could mistake or forget them; and Barbara Hare, forgetting
where she was, looked at them much that day.

"She is very lovely," thought Barbara, "and her dress is certainly that
of a lady. I wish I had not had this streaming pink feather. What fine
jackdaws she must deem us all!"

The earl's carriage, an open barouche, was waiting at the gate, at the
conclusion of the service. He handed his daughter in, and was putting
his gouty foot upon the step to follow her, when he observed Mr.
Carlyle. The earl turned and held out his hand. A man who could purchase
East Lynne was worthy of being received as an equal, though he was but a
country lawyer.

Mr. Carlyle shook hands with the earl, approached the carriage and
raised his hat to Lady Isabel. She bent forward with her pleasant smile,
and put her hand into his.

"I have many things to say to you," said the earl. "I wish you would go
home with us. If you have nothing better to do, be East Lynne's guest
for the remainder of the day."

He smiled peculiarly as he spoke, and Mr. Carlyle echoed it. East
Lynne's guest! That is what the earl was at present. Mr. Carlyle turned
aside to tell his sister.

"Cornelia, I shall not be home to dinner; I am going with Lord Mount
Severn. Good-day, Barbara."

Mr. Carlyle stepped into the carriage, was followed by the earl, and it