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〃Only now； by the eight o'clock train； which got in beyond its time； having drawled unpardonably at the stations。 They little thought they had me in it； as their looks betrayed when I got out。 I have not been home yet。〃
〃No！ What will Cornelia say？〃
〃I went to the office for five minutes。 But I have a few words to say to Beauchamp； and am going up at once。 Thank you； I cannot come in now； I intend to do so on my return。〃
〃Papa has gone up to Mr。 Beauchamp's。〃
〃Mr。 Hare！ Has he？〃
〃He and Squire Pinner；〃 continued Barbara。 〃They have gone to have a smoking bout。 And if you wait there with papa； it will be too late to come in； for he is sure not to be home before eleven or twelve。〃
Mr。 Carlyle bent his head in deliberation。 〃Then I think it is of little use my going on；〃 said he； 〃for my business with Beauchamp is private。 I must defer it until to…morrow。〃
He took the gate out of her hand； closed it； and placed the hand within his own arm； to walk with her to the house。 It was done in a matter…of…fact； real sort of way； nothing of romance or sentiment hallowed it； but Barbara Hare felt that she was in Eden。
〃And how have you all been； Barbara； these few days？〃
〃Oh； very well。 What made you start off so suddenly？ You never said you were going； or came to wish us good…bye。〃
〃You have just expressed it； Barbara'suddenly。' A matter of business suddenly arose； and I suddenly went upon it。〃
〃Cornelia said you were only gone for a day。〃
〃Did she？ When in London I find so many things to do！ Is Mrs。 Hare better？〃
〃Just the same。 I think mamma's ailments are fancies； half of them； if she would rouse herself she would be better。 What is in that parcel？〃
〃You are not to inquire； Miss Barbara。 It does not concern you。 It only concerns Mrs。 Hare。〃
〃Is it something you have brought for mamma； Archibald？〃
〃Of course。 A countryman's visit to London entails buying presents for his friends； at least； it used to be so； in the old…fashioned days。〃
〃When people made their wills before starting； and were a fortnight doing the journey in a wagon；〃 laughed Barbara。 〃Grandpapa used to tell us tales of that； when we were children。 But is it really something for mamma？〃
〃Don't I tell you so？ I have brought something for you。〃
〃Oh！ What is it？〃 she uttered； her color rising； and wondering whether he was in jest or earnest。
〃There's an impatient girl！ 'What is it？' Wait a moment； and you shall see what it is。〃
He put the parcel or roll he was carrying upon a garden chair； and proceeded to search his pockets。 Every pocket was visited； apparently in vain。
〃Barbara； I think it is gone。 I must have lost it somehow。〃
Her heart beat as she stood there； silently looking up at him in the moonlight。 /Was/ it lost？ /What/ had it been？
But； upon a second search； he came upon something in the pocket of his coat…tail。 〃Here it is； I believe； what brought it there？〃 He opened a small box； and taking out a long； gold chain； threw it around her neck。 A locket was attached to it。
Her cheeks' crimson went and came； her heart beat more rapidly。 She could not speak a word of thanks； and Mr。 Carlyle took up the roll； and walked on into the presence of Mrs。 Hare。
Barbara followed in a few minutes。 Her mother was standing up； watching with pleased expectation the movements of Mr。 Carlyle。 No candles were in the room； but it was bright with firelight。
〃Now； don't laugh at me；〃 quoth he； untying the string of the parcel。 〃It is not a roll of velvet for a dress； and it is not a roll of parchment； conferring twenty thousand pounds a year。 But it isan air cushion！〃
It was what poor Mrs。 Hare； so worn with sitting and lying； had often longed for。 She had heard such a luxury was to be bought in London； but never remembered to have seen one。 She took it almost with a greedy hand； casting a grateful look at Mr。 Carlyle。
〃How am I to thank you for it？〃 she murmured through her tears。
〃If you thank me at all； I will never bring you anything again；〃 cried he； gaily。 〃I have been telling Barbara that a visit to London entails bringing gifts for friends；〃 he continued。 〃Do you see how smart I have made her？〃
Barbara hastily took off the chain； and laid it before her mother。
〃What a beautiful chain！〃 muttered Mrs。 Hare； in surprise。 〃Archibald； you are too good； too generous！ This must have cost a great deal； this is beyond a trifle。〃
〃Nonsense！〃 laughed Mr。 Carlyle。 〃I'll tell you both how I happened to buy it。 I went into a jeweller's about my watch； which has taken to lose lately in a most unceremonious fashion； and there I saw a whole display of chains hanging up； some ponderous enough for a sheriff； some light and elegant enough for Barbara。 I dislike to see a thick chain on a lady's neck。 They put me in mind of the chain she lost； the day she and Cornelia went with me to Lynchborough； which loss Barbara persisted in declaring was my fault； for dragging her through the town sight…seeing； while Cornelia did her shoppingfor it was then the chain was lost。〃
〃But I was only joking when I said so；〃 was the interruption of Barbara。 〃Of course it would have happened had you not been with me； the links were always snapping。〃
〃Well； these chains in the shop in London put me in mind of Barbara's misfortune； and I chose one。 Then the shopman brought forth some lockets； and enlarged upon their convenience for holding deceased relatives' hair； not to speak of sweethearts'； until I told him he might attach one。 I thought it might hold that piece of hair you prize； Barbara；〃 he concluded； dropping his voice。
〃What piece？〃 asked Mrs。 Hare。
Mr。 Carlyle glanced round the room； as if fearful the very walls might hear his whisper。 〃Richard's。 Barbara showed it me one day when she was turning out her desk； and said it was a curl taken off in that illness。〃
Mrs。 Hare sank back in her chair； and hid her face in her hands； shivering visibly。 The words evidently awoke some poignant source of deep sorrow。 〃Oh； my boy！ My boy！〃 she wailed〃my boy！ My unhappy boy！ Mr。 Hare wonders at my ill…health； Archibald； Barbara ridicules it； but there lies the source of all my misery； mental and bodily。 Oh； Richard！ Richard！〃
There was a distressing pause； for the topic admitted of neither hope nor consolation。 〃Put your chain on again； Barbara；〃 Mr。 Carlyle said； after a while； 〃and I wish you health to wear it out。 Health and reformation； young lady！〃
Barbara smiled and glanced at him with her pretty blue eyes； so full of love。 〃What have you brought for Cornelia？〃 she resumed。
〃Something splendid；〃 he answered； with a mock serious face； 〃only I hope I have not been taken in。 I bought her a shawl。 The venders vowed it was true Parisian cashmere。 I gave eighteen guineas for it。〃
〃That is a great deal；〃 observed Mrs。 Hare。 〃It ought to be a very good one。 I never gave more than six guineas for a shawl in all my life。〃
〃And Cornelia； I dare say； never more than half six；〃 laughed Mr。 Carlyle。 〃Well； I shall wish you good evening； and go to her； for if she knows I am back all this while； I shall be lectured。〃
He shook hands with them both。 Barbara； however； accompanied him to the front door； and stepped o