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〃Ever yours； my dearest； 〃ARCHIBALD CARLYLE。〃
Of course； as Madame Vine； the governess； died at Mr。 Carlyle's house； he could not； in courtesy； do less than follow her to the grave。 So decided West Lynne； when they found which way the wind was going to blow。 Lord Mount Severn followed also； to keep him company； being on a visit to him； and very polite； indeed； of his lordship to do it condescending； also！ West Lynne remembered another funeral at which those two had been the only mournersthat of the earl。 By some curious coincidence the French governess was buried close to the earl's grave。 As good there as anywhere else； quoth West Lynne。 There happened to be a vacant spot of ground。
The funeral took place on a Sunday morning。 A plain； respectable funeral。 A hearse and pair； and mourning coach and pair； with a chariot for the Rev。 Mr。 Little。 No pall…bearers or mutes； or anything of that show…off kind； and no plumes on the horses； only on the hearse。 West Lynne looked on with approbation； and conjectured that the governess had left sufficient money to bury herself； but； of course； that was Mr。 Carlyle's affair； not West Lynne's。 Quiet enough lay she in her last resting…place。
They left her in it； the earl and Mr。 Carlyle； and entered the mourning…coach； to be conveyed back again to East Lynne。
〃Just a little stone of white marble； two feet high by a foot and a half broad；〃 remarked the earl； on their road； pursuing a topic they were speaking upon。 〃With the initials 'I。 V。' and the date of the year。 Nothing more。 What do you think？〃
〃I。 M。 V。；〃 corrected Mr。 Carlyle。
〃Yes。〃
At this moment the bells of another church； not St。 Jude's； broke out in a joyous peal； and the earl inclined his ear to listen。
〃What can they be ringing for？〃 he cried。
They were ringing for a wedding。 Afy Hallijohn； by the help of two clergymen and six bridesmaids； of which you may be sure Joyce was /not/ one； had just been converted into Mrs。 Joe Jiffin。 When Afy took a thing into her heard； she somehow contrived to carry it through； and to bend even clergymen and bridesmaids to her will。 Mr。 Jiffin was blest at last。
In the afternoon the earl left East Lynne； and somewhat later Barbara arrived at it。 Wilson scarcely gave her mistress time to step into the house before her； and she very nearly left the baby in the fly。 Curiously anxious was Wilson to hear all particulars as to whatever could have took off that French governess。 Mr。 Carlyle was much surprised at their arrival。
〃How could I stay away； Archibald； even until Monday； after the news you sent me？〃 said Barbara。 〃What did she die of？ It must have been awfully sudden。〃
〃I suppose so；〃 was his dreamy answer。 He was debating a question with himself； one he had thought over a good deal since Wednesday night。 Should he； or should he not； tell his wife？ He would have preferred not to tell her； and； were the secret confined to his own breast； he would decidedly not have done so。 But it was known to three othersto Miss Carlyle； to lord Mount Severn； and to Joyce。 All trustworthy and of good intention； but it was impossible for Mr。 Carlyle to make sure that not one of them would ever； through any chance and unpremeditated word； let the secret come to the knowledge of Mrs。 Carlyle。 That would not do； if she must hear it at all； she must hear it from him； and at once。 He took his course。
〃Are you ill； Archibald？〃 she asked； noting his face。 It wore a pale； worn sort of look。
〃I have something to tell you； Barbara；〃 he answered； drawing her hand into his； as they stood together。 They were in her dressing…room； where she was taking off her things。 〃On the Wednesday evening when I got home to dinner Joyce told me that she feared Madame Vine was dying； and I thought it right to see her。〃
〃Certainly；〃 returned Barbara。 〃Quite right。〃
〃I went into her room； and I found that she was dying。 But I found something else； Barbara。 She was not Madame Vine。〃
〃Not Madame Vine！〃 echoed Barbara； believing in good truth that her husband could not know what he was saying。
〃It was my former wife； Isabel Vane。〃
Barbara's face flushed crimson； and then grew white as marble； and she drew her hand unconsciously from Mr。 Carlyles's。 He did not appear to notice the movement； but stood with his elbow on the mantelpiece while he talked； giving her a rapid summary of the interview and its details。
〃She could not stay away from her children； she said； and came back as Madame Vine。 What with the effects of the railroad accident in France； and those spectacles she wore； and her style of dress； and her gray hair； she felt secure in not being recognized。 I am astonished now that she was not discovered。 Were such a thing related to me I should give no credence to it。〃
Barbara's heart felt faint with its utter sickness； and she turned her face from the view of her husband。 Her first confused thoughts were as Mr。 Carlyle's had beenthat she had been living in his house with another wife。 〃Did you suspect her？〃 she breathed； in a low tone。
〃Barbara！ Had I suspected it； should I have allowed it to go on？ She implored my forgiveness for the past； and for having returned here； and I gave it to her fully。 I then went to West Lynne； to telegraph to Mount Severn； and when I came back she was dead。〃
There was a pause。 Mr。 Carlyle began to perceive that his wife's face was hidden from him。
〃She said her heart was broken。 Barbara； we cannot wonder at it。〃
There was no reply。 Mr。 Carlyle took his arm from the mantelpiece； and moved so that he could see her countenance： a wan countenance； telling of pain。
He laid his hand upon her shoulder； and made her look at him。 〃My dearest； what is this？〃
〃Oh； Archibald！〃 she uttered； clasping her hands together； all her pent up feelings bursting forth； and the tears streaming from her eyes； 〃has this taken your love from me？〃
He took both her hands in one of his； he put the other round her waist and held her there； before him； never speaking； only looking gravely into her face。 Who could look at its sincere truthfulness； at the sweet expression of his lips； and doubt him？ Not Barbara。 She allowed the moment's excitement to act upon her feelings； and carry her away。
〃I had thought my wife possessed entire trust in me。〃
〃Oh； I do； I do； you know I do。 Forgive me； Archibald；〃 she slowly whispered。
〃I deemed it better to impart this to you； Barbara。 Had there been wrong feeling on my part； I should have left you in ignorance。 My darling； I have told you it in love。〃
She was leaning on his breast； sobbing gently； her repentant face turned towards him。 He held her there in his strong protection； his enduring tenderness。
〃My wife！ My darling！ now and always。〃
〃It was a foolish feeling to cross my heart； Archibald。 It is done with and gone。〃
〃Never let it come back； Barbara。 Neither need her name be mentioned again between us。 A barred name it has hitherto been； so let it continue。〃
〃Anything you will。 My earnest wish is to please you； to be worthy of your esteem and love； Archibald；〃 she timidly added； her eye…lids drooping； and her fair cheeks blushing； as she made the confession。 〃There has been a feeling in my he