Many, many, many apologies for the tangle that the last few chapters got into. There are several differently-abridged versions of the book floating around in electronic and print form, it seems, and I got into a total tangle with trying to work out what went where before realising that. This isn't an excuse; it's my responsibility to make sure ( Read more... )

A jealous woman is mad; an outraged woman is doubly mad; and the ill-fated Lady Isabel truly believed that every sacred feeling which ought to exist between man and wife was betrayed by Mr. Carlyle ( Read more... )

[MOD NOTE: Apologies for the wrong chapter going up last time! This is where we're supposed to be. It's also half of the chapter rather than the whole thing; hopefully that should make the instalments a little more manageable ( Read more... )

In talking over a bygone misfortune, we sometimes make the remark, or hear it made to us, "Circumstances worked against it." Such and such a thing might have turned out differently, we say, had the surrounding circumstances been more favorable, but they were in opposition; they were dead against it. Now, if ever attendant circumstances can be said ( Read more... )

Barbara Hare spending the day at East Lynne! That item was quite enough for Lady Isabel, and her heart and her confidence closed to her husband. She must go home to her children, she urged; she could not remain longer away from them; and she urged it at length with tears ( Read more... )

Lady Isabel was seated on one of the benches of the Petit Camp, as it is called, underneath the ramparts of the upper tower. A week or ten days had passed away since the departure of Mr. Carlyle, and in her health there was a further visible improvement.

( It was still evening... )

"Have you seen Lady Mount Severn lately?" he inquired ( Read more... )

"I should recommend a complete change of scene altogether, Mr. Carlyle. Say some place on the French or Belgian coast. Sea bathing might do wonders ( Read more... )

Mr. Carlyle was aroused to eager interest ( Read more... )

"Barbara, how fine the day seems!"

"It is a beautiful day mamma."

"I do think I should be all the better for going out."

"I am sure you would, mamma," was Barbara's answer. "If you went out more, you would find the benefit. Every fine day you ought to do so. I will go and ask papa if he can spare Benjamin and the carriage." ( She waltzed gaily out of the room... )