n her nowmisery marks the countenance worse than sickness。 Her face was white and worn； her hands were thin； her eyes were sunken and surrounded by a black circlecare was digging caves for them。 A stranger might have attributed these signs to the state of her health； /she/ knew betterknew that they were the effects of her wretched mind and heart。
It was very late for breakfast； but why should she rise early only to drag through another endless day？ Languidly she took her seat at the table； just as Captain Levison's servant； a Frenchman whom he had engaged in Paris； entered the room with two letters。
〃/Point de gazette/； Pierre？〃 she said。
〃/Non； miladi/。〃
And all the time the sly fox had got the /Times/ in his coat pocket。 But he was only obeying the orders of his master。 It had been Captain Levison's recent pleasure that the newspapers should not be seen by Lady Isabel until he had over…looked them。 You will speedily gather his motive。
Pierre departed toward Captain Levison's room； and Lady Isabel took up the letters and examined their superscription with interest。 It was known to her that Mr。 Carlyle had not lost a moment in seeking a divorce and the announcement that it was granted was now daily expected。 She was anxious for itanxious that Captain Levison should render her the only reparation in his power before the birth of her unhappy child。 Little thought she that there was not the least intention on his part to make her reparation； any more than he had made it to others who had gone before her。 She had become painfully aware of the fact that the man for whom she had chosen to sacrifice herself was bad； but she had not learned all his badness yet。
Captain Levison； unwashed； unshaven； with a dressing…gown loosely flung on； lounged in to breakfast。 The decked…out dandies before the world are frequently the greatest slovens in domestic privacy。 He wished her good morning in a careless tone of apathy； and she as apathetically answered to it。
〃Pierre says there are some letters；〃 he began。 〃What a precious hot day it is！〃
〃Two；〃 was her short reply； her tone sullen as his。 For if you think my good reader； that the flattering words； the ardent expressions； which usually attend the first go…off of these promising unions last out a whole ten months； you are in egregious error。 Compliments the very opposite to honey and sweetness have generally supervened long before。 Try it； if you don't believe me。
〃Two letters；〃 she continued； 〃and they are both in the same handwritingyour solicitors'； I believe。〃
Up went his hand at the last word； and he made a sort of grab at the letters； stalked to the farthest window； opened it； and glanced over its contents。
〃SirWe beg to inform you that the suit Carlyle vs。 Carlyle； is at an end。 The divorce was pronounced without opposition。 According to your request； we hasten to forward you the earliest intimation of the fact。
〃We are； sir； faithfully yours； 〃MOSS & GRAB。
〃F。 LEVISON； Esq。〃
It was over； then； and all claim to the name of Carlyle was declared to have been forfeited by the Lady Isabel forever。 Captain Levison folded up the letter； and placed it securely in an inner pocket。
〃Is there any news？〃 she asked。
〃News！〃
〃Of the divorce； I mean？〃
〃Tush！〃 was the response of Captain Levison； as if wishing to imply that the divorce was yet a far…off affair； and he proceeded to open the other letter。
〃SirAfter sending off our last； dated to…day； we received tidings of the demise of Sir Peter Levison； your grand…uncle。 He expired this afternoon in town； where he had come for the benefit of medical advice。 We have much pleasure in congratulating you upon your accession to the title and estates； and beg to state that should it not be convenient to you to visit England at present； we will be happy to transact all necessary matters for you； on your favoring us with instructions。 And we remain； sir； most faithfully yours；
〃MOSS & GRAB。
〃SIR FRANCIS LEVISON； Bart。〃
The outside of the letter was superscribed as the other； 〃F。 Levison； Esquire；〃 no doubt with a view to its more certain delivery。
〃At last； thank the pigs！〃 was the gentleman's euphonious expression； as he tossed the letter； open； on the breakfast…table。
〃The divorce is granted！〃 feverishly uttered Lady Isabel。
He made no reply； but seated himself to breakfast。
〃May I read the letter？ Is it for me to read？〃
〃For what else should I have thrown it there？〃 he said。
〃A few days ago you put a letter； open on the table； I thought for me； but when I took it up you swore at me。 Do you remember it Captain Levison？〃
〃You may drop that odious title； Isabel； which has stuck to me too long。 I own a better； now。〃
〃What one； pray？〃
〃You can look and see。〃
Lady Isabel took up the letter and read it。 Sir Francis swallowed down his coffee； and rang the table hand…bellthe only bell you generally meet with in France。 Pierre answered it。
〃Put me up a change of things；〃 said he； in French。 〃I start for England in an hour。〃
〃It is very well；〃 Pierre responded； and departed to do it。 Lady Isabel waited till the man was gone； and then spoke； a faint flush of emotion in her cheeks。
〃You do not mean what you say？ You will not leave me yet？〃
〃I cannot do otherwise；〃 he answered。 〃There's a mountain of business to be attended to； now that I am come into power。〃
〃Moss & Grab say they will act for you。 Had there been a necessity for your going； they would not have offered that。〃
〃Ay； they do say sowith a nice eye to the feathering of their pockets！ Besides； I should not choose for the old man's funeral to take place without me。〃
〃Then I must accompany you；〃 she urged。
〃I wish you would not talk nonsense； Isabel。 Are you in a state to travel night and day？ Neither would home be agreeable to you yet awhile。〃
She felt the force of the objections。 Resuming after a moment's pause 〃Were you to go to England； you might not be back in time。〃
〃In time for what？〃
〃Oh； how can you ask？〃 she rejoined； in a sharp tone of reproach； 〃you know too well。 In time to make me your wife when the divorce shall appear。〃
〃I shall chance it；〃 coolly observed Sir Francis。
〃Chance it！ /chance/ the legitimacy of the child？ You must assure that； before all things。 More terrible to me than all the rest would it be； if〃
〃Now don't put yourself in a fever； Isabel。 How many times am I to be compelled to beg that of you！ It does no good。 Is it my fault； if I am called suddenly to England？〃
〃Have you no pity for your child？〃 she urged in agitation。 〃Nothing can repair the injury； if you once suffer it to come upon him。 He will be a by…word amidst men throughout his life。〃
〃You had better have written to the law lords to urge on the divorce；〃 he returned。 〃I cannot help the delay。〃
〃There has been no delay； quite the contrary。 But it may be expected hourly now。〃
〃You are worrying yourself for nothing； Isabel。 I shall be back in time。〃
He quitted the room as he spoke； and Lady Isabel remained in it； the image of despair。 Nearly an hour elapsed when she remembered the breakfast things； and rang for them to be removed。 A maid…servant entered to do it； and she thought how ill miladi looked。
〃Where is Pierre？〃 miladi asked。
〃Pierre was making himself ready to attend monsieur to England。〃
Scarcely had she closed the door upon herself and the tray when Sir Francis Levison appeared； equipped for traveling。 〃Good…bye； Isabel；〃 said he； without further circumlocution or ceremony。
Lady Isabel； excited beyond all self…control； slipped the bolt of the door； and； half leaning against it； half leaning at his feet； held up her hand in supplication。
〃Francis； have you any consideration left for meany in the world？〃
〃How can you be so alarmed； Isabel？ Of course I have；〃 he continued； in a peevish； though kind tone； as he took hold of her hands to raise her。
〃No； not yet。 I will remain here until you say you will wait another day or two。 You know that the French Protestant minister is prepared to marry us the instant news of the divorce shall arrive； if you do care still for me； you will wait。〃
〃I cannot wait；〃 he replied； his tone changing to one of determination。 〃It is useless to urge it。〃
He broke from her and left the room； and in another minute had left the house； Pierre attending him。 A feeling； amounting to a conviction； rushed over the unhappy lady that she had seen him for the last time until it was too late。
She was right。 It was too late by weeks and months。
December came in。 The Alps were covered with snow； Grenoble borrowed the shade； and looked cold； and white； and sleety； and sloppy； the gutters； running through the middle of certain of the streets； were unusually black； and the people crept along especially dismal。 Close to the fire in the barn of a French bedroom； full of windows； and doors； and draughts； with its wide hearth and its wide chimney； into which we could put four or five of our English ones； shivered Lady Isabel Vane。 She had an invalid cap on； and a thick woolen invalid shawl； and she shook and shivered perpetually； though she had drawn so close to the wood fire that there was a danger of her petticoats igniting； and the attendant had frequently to spring up and interpose between them and the crackling logs。 Little did it seem to matter to Lady Isabel； she sat in one position； her countenance the picture of stony despair。
So had she sat； so looking； since she began to get better。 She had had a long illness； terminating in a low fever； but the attendants whispered among themselves that miladi would soon get about if she would only rouse herself。 She had got so far about as to sit up in the windy chamber； and it seemed to be to her a matter of perfect indifference whether she ever got out of it。
This day she had partaken of her early dinnersuch as it was； for her appetite failedand had dozed asleep in the arm chair； when a noise arose from below； like a carriage driving into the courtyard through the /porte cochere/。 It instantly aroused her。 Had /he/ come？
〃Who is it？〃 she asked of the nurse。
〃Miladi； it is monsieur； and Pierre is with him。 I have begged milady often and often not to fret；