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She； Lady Isabel； had consented to remain at East Lynne during Mrs。 Carlyle's absence； on purpose that she might be with her children。 But the object was frustrated； for Lucy and Archibald had been removed to Miss Carlyle's。 It was Mr。 Carlyle's arrangement。 He thought the governess ought to have entire respite from all charge； and that poor governess dared not say； let them stay with me。 Lady Isabel had also purposed to be safely away from East Lynne before the time came for her to die； but that time had advanced with giant strides； and the period for removal was past。 She was going out as her mother had done； rapidly unexpectedly； 〃like the snuff of a candle。〃 Wilson was in attendance on her mistress； Joyce remained at home。
Barbara had chosen a watering…place near； not thirty miles off； so that Mr。 Carlyle went there most evenings； returning to his office in the mornings。 Thus he saw little of East Lynne； paying one or two flying visits only。 From the Saturday to the Wednesday in the second week； he did not come home at all； and it was in those few days that Lady Isabel had changed for the worse。 On the Wednesday he was expected home to dinner and to sleep。
Joyce was in a state of frenzyor next door to it。 Lady Isabel was dying； and what would become of the ominous secret？ A conviction； born of her fears； was on the girl's mind that； with death； the whole must become known； and who was to foresee what blame might not be cast upon her； by her master and mistress； for not having disclosed it？ She might be accused of having been an abettor in the plot from the first！ Fifty times it was in Joyce's mind to send for Miss Carlyle and tell her all。
The afternoon was fast waning； and the spirit of Lady Isabel seemed to be waning with it。 Joyce was in the room in attendance upon her。 She had been in a fainting state all day； but felt better now。 She was partially raised in bed by pillows； a white Cashmere shawl over her shoulders； her nightcap off； to allow as much air as possible to come to her； and the windows stood open。
Footsteps sounded on the gravel in the quiet stillness of the summer air。 They penetrated even to her ear； for all her faculties were keen yet。 Beloved footsteps； and a tinge of hectic rose to her cheeks。 Joyce； who stood at the window； glanced out。 It was Mr。 Carlyle。
〃Joyce！〃 came forth a cry from the bed； sharp and eager。
Joyce turned round。 〃My lady？〃
〃I should die happily if I might see him。〃
〃See him！〃 uttered Joyce； doubting her own ears。 〃My lady！ See /him/！ Mr。 Carlyle！〃
〃What can it signify？ I am already as one dead。 Should I ask it or wish it； think you； in rude life？ The yearning has been upon me for days Joyce； it is keeping death away。〃
〃It could not be； my lady；〃 was the decisive answer。 〃It must not be。 It is as a thing impossible。〃
Lady Isabel burst into tears。 〃I can't die for the trouble；〃 she wailed。 〃You keep my children from me。 They must not come； you say； lest I should betray myself。 Now you would keep my husband。 Joyce； Joyce； let me see him！〃
Her husband！ Poor thing！ Joyce was in a maze of distress； though not the less firm。 Her eyes were wet with tears； but she believed she should be infringing her allegiance to her mistress did she bring Mr。 Carlyle to the presence of his former wife； altogether it might be productive of nothing but confusion。
A knock at the chamber door。 Joyce called out； 〃Come in。〃 The two maids； Hannah and Sarah； were alone in the habit of coming to the room； and neither of them had ever known Madame Vine as Lady Isabel。 Sarah put in her head。
〃Master wants you； Miss Joyce。〃
〃I'll come。〃
〃He is in the dining…room。 I have just taken down Master Arthur to him。〃
Mr。 Carlyle had got 〃Master Arthur〃 on his shoulder when Joyce entered。 Master Arthur was decidedly given to noise and rebellion； and was already； as Wilson expressed it； 〃sturdy upon his pins。〃
〃How is Madame Vine； Joyce？〃
Joyce scarcely knew how to answer。 But she did not dare to equivocate as to her precarious state。 And where the use； when a few hours would probably see the end of it？
〃She is very ill； indeed； sir。〃
〃Worse？〃
〃Sir； I fear she is dying。〃
Mr。 Carlyle； in his consternation； put down Arthur。 〃Dying！〃
〃I hardly think she will last till morning； sir！〃
〃Why； what has killed her？〃 he uttered in amazement。
Joyce did not answer。 She looked pale and confused。
〃Have you had Dr。 Martin？〃
〃Oh； no； sir。 It would be of no use。〃
〃No use！〃 repeated Mr。 Carlyle； in a sharp accent。 〃Is that the way to treat dying people？ Assume it is of no use to send for advice； and so quietly let them die！ If Madame Vine is as ill as you say； a telegraphic message must be sent off at once。 I had better see her；〃 he cried； moving to the door。
Joyce； in her perplexity； dared to place her back against it； preventing his egress。 〃Oh； master！ I beg your pardon； butit would not be right。 Please； sir； do not think of going into her room！〃
Mr。 Carlyle thought Joyce was taken with a fit of prudery。 〃Why can't I go in？〃 he asked。
〃Mrs。 Carlyle would not like it； sir；〃 stammered Joyce； her cheeks scarlet now。
Mr。 Carlyle stared at her。 〃Some of you take up odd ideas；〃 he cried。 〃In Mrs。 Carlyle's absence； it is necessary that some one should see her！ Let a lady die in my house； and never see after her！ You are out of your senses； Joyce。 I shall go in after dinner； so prepare Madame Vine。〃
The dinner was being brought in then。 Joyce； feeling like one in a nervous attack； picked up Arthur and carried him to Sarah in the nursery。 What on earth was she to do？
Scarcely had Mr。 Carlyle begun his dinner； when his sister entered。 Some grievance had arisen between her and the tenants of certain houses of hers； and she was bringing the dispute to him。 Before he would hear it； he begged her to go up to Madame Vine； telling her what Joyce had said of her state。
〃Dying！〃 exclaimed Miss Corny； in disbelieving derision。 〃That Joyce has been more like a simpleton lately than like herself。 I can't think what has come to the woman。〃
She took off her bonnet and mantle； and laid them on a chair； gave a twitch or two to her cap； as she surveyed it in the pier…glass； and went upstairs。 Joyce answered her knock at the invalid's door； and Joyce； when she saw who it was； turned as white as any sheet。
〃Oh； ma'am； you must not come in！〃 she blundered out； in her confusion and fear； as she put herself right in the doorway。
〃Who is to keep me out？〃 demanded Miss Carlyle； after a pause of surprise； her tone of quiet power。 〃Move away； girl。 Joyce； I think your brain must be softening。 What will you try at next？〃
Joyce was powerless； both in right and strength； and she knew it。 She knew there was no helpthat Miss Carlyle would and must enter。 She stood aside； shivering； and passed out of the room as soon as Miss Carlyle was within it。
Ah！ there could no longer be concealment now！ There she was； her pale face lying against the pillow； free from its disguising trappings。 The band of gray velvet； the spectacles； the wraps for the throat and chin； the huge cap； all were gone。 It was the face of Lady Isabel； changed； certainly； very； very much； but still