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〃Oh； my lady； come away！ I hear him； I hear him！〃
Partly coaxing； partly dragging her； Joyce took her into her own room； and left her there。 Mr。 Carlyle was at that moment at the door of the sick one。 Joyce sprang forward。 Her face； in her emotion and fear； was of one livid whiteness； and she shook as William had shaken； poor child； in the afternoon。 It was only too apparent in the well…lighted corridor。
〃Joyce；〃 he exclaimed； in amazement； 〃what ails you？〃
〃Sir！ master！〃 she panted； 〃be prepared。 Master WilliamMaster William〃
〃Joyce！ Not /dead/！〃
〃Alas； yes； sir！〃
Mr。 Carlyle strode into the chamber。 But ere he was well across it； he turned back to slip the bolt of the door。 On the pillow lay the white； thin face； at rest now。
〃My boy！ my boy！ Oh； my God！〃 he murmured； in bowed reverence； 〃mayest Thou have received this child to rest in Jesus； even as； I trust； Thou hadst already received his unhappy mother！〃
CHAPTER XLIV。
LORD VANE DATING FORWARD。
To the burial of William Carlyle came Lord Mount Severn and his son。 Wilson had been right in her surmises as to the resting…place。 The Carlyle vault was opened for him； and an order went forth to the sculptor for an inscription to be added to their marble tablet in the church： 〃William Vane Carlyle； eldest son of Archibald Carlyle； of East Lynne。〃 Amongst those who attended the funeral as mourners went one more notable in the eyes of the gazers than the restRichard Hare the younger。
Lady Isabel was ill。 Ill in mind； and ominously ill in body。 She kept her room； and Joyce attended on her。 The household set down madame's illness to the fatigue of having attended upon Master William； it was not thought of seriously by any one； especially as she declined to see a doctor。 All her thoughts now were directed to the getting away from East Lynne； for it would never do to remain there to die； and she knew that death was on his way to her； and that no human power or skill not all the faculty combinedcould turn him back again。 The excessive dread of detection was not upon her as it had been formerly。 I mean she did not dread the consequences so much； if detection came。 In nearing the grave； all fears and hopes； of whatever nature； relating to this world； lose their force； and fears or hopes regarding the next world take their place。 Our petty feelings here are lost in the greater。
In returning to East Lynne； Lady Isabel had entered upon a daring act； and she found； in the working； that neither strength nor spirit was equal to it。 Human passions and tempers were brought with us into this world； and they can only quit us when we bid it farewell； to enter upon immortality in the next。
When Lady Isabel was Mr。 Carlyle's wife； she had never wholly loved him。 The very utmost homage that esteem； admiration； affection could give was his； but that mysterious passion called by the name of love； and which； as I truly and heartily believe； cannot； in its refined etherealism； be known to many of us； had not been given to him。 It was now。 From the very night she came back to East Lynne； her love for Mr。 Carlyle had burst forth with an intensity never before felt。 It had been smoldering almost ever since she quitted him。 〃Reprehensible！〃 groans a moralist。 Very。 Everybody knows that； as Afy would say。 But her heart； you see； had /not/ done with human passions； and they work ill； and contrariness； let the word stand； critic； if you please； and precisely everything they should not。
I shall get in for it； I fear； if I attempt to defend her。 But it was not exactly the same thing； as though she suffered herself to fall in love with somebody else's husband。 Nobody would defend that。 We have not turned Mormons yet； and the world does not walk upon its head。 But this was a peculiar case。 She； poor thing； almost regarded Mr。 Carlyle as /her/ husband。 The bent of her thoughts was only too much inclined to this。 The evil human heart again。 Many and many a time did she wake up from a reverie； and strive to drive this mistaken view of things away from her； taking shame to herself。 Ten minutes afterward； she would catch her brain reveling in the same rebellious vision。 Mr。 Carlyle's love was not hers now； it was Barbara's。 Mr。 Carlyle did not belong to her； he belonged to his wife。 It was not only that he was not hershe was another's。 You may； therefore； if you have the pleasure of being experienced in this sort of thing； guess a little of what her inward life was。 Had there been no Barbara in the case； she might have lived and borne it； as it was； it had killed her before her time； that and the remorse together。
There had been other things； too。 The re…appearance of Francis Levison at West Lynne； in fresh contact； as may be said； with herself； had struck terror to her heart； and the dark charge brought against him augmented awfully her remorse。 Then； the sharp lances perpetually thrust upon her memorythe Lady Isabel's memoryfrom all sides； were full of cruel stings； unintentionally though they were hurled。 And there was the hourly chance of discovery； and the never ceasing battle with her conscience； for being at East Lynne at all。 No wonder that the chords of life were snapping； the wonder would have been had they remained whole。
〃She brought it upon herselfshe ought not to have come back to East Lynne！〃 groans our moralist again。
Didn't I say so？ Of course she ought not。 Neither ought she to have suffered her thoughts to stray； in the manner they did； towards Mr。 Carlyle。 She ought not； but she did。 If we all did just what we 〃ought；〃 this lower proverb touching /fruit defendu/ would go out as a dead letter。
She was nearer to death than she imagined。 She knew； judging by her declining strength and her inner feelings； that it could not be far off； but she did not deem it was coming so very soon。 Her mother had died in a similar way。 Some said of consumptionDr。 Martin did； you may remember； some said of 〃waste；〃 the earl； her husband； said a broken heartyou heard him say so to Mr。 Carlyle in the first chapter of this history。 The earl was the one who might be supposed to know best。 Whatever may have been Lady Mount Severn's malady； sheto give you the phrase that was in people's mouth's at the time〃went out like the snuff of a candle。〃 It was now the turn of Lady Isabel。 She had no more decided disorder than the countess had had； yet death had marked her。 She felt that it had； and in its approach she dreaded not； as she once had done； the consequences that must ensue； did discovery come。 Which brings us back to the point whence ensued this long digression。 I dare say you are chafing at it； but it is not often I trouble you with one。
But she would not willingly let discovery come； neither had she the least intention of remaining at East Lynne to die。 Where she should take refuge was quite a secondary consideration； only let her get smoothly and plausibly away。 Joyce； in her dread； was forever urging it。 Of course； the preliminary step was to arrange matters with Mrs。 Carlyle； and in the afternoon of the day following the funeral； Lady Isabel proceeded to her dressing…room； and craved an interview。
Mr。 Carlyle quitted the room as she entered it。 Barbara； fatigue