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Barbara returned to the chamber he had quitted。 She felt that she must indulge in a few moments sobbing； Joyce was there； but Barbara was sobbing when she entered it。
〃It /is/ hard for him； Miss Barbara； if he is really innocent。〃
Barbara turned her streaming eyes upon her。 〃/If！/ Joyce do you doubt that he is innocent？〃
〃I quite believe him to be so now； miss。 Nobody could so solemnly assert what was not true。 The thing at present will be to find that Captain Thorn。〃
〃Joyce！〃 exclaimed Barbara； in excitement； seizing hold of Joyce's hands； 〃I thought I had found him； I believed in my own mind that I knew who he was。 I don't mind telling you； though I have never before spoken of it； and with one thing or other； this night I feel just as if I should dieas if I must speak。 I thought it was Sir Francis Levison。〃
Joyce stared with all her eyes。 〃Miss Barbara！〃
〃I did。 I have thought it ever since the night that Lady Isabel went away。 My poor brother was at West Lynne thenhe had come for a few hours； and he met the man Thorn walking in Bean lane。 He was in evening dress； and Richard described a peculiar motion of histhe throwing off of his hair from his brow。 He said his white hand and his diamond ring glittered in the moonlight。 The white hand； the ring； the motionfor he was always doing itall reminded me of Captain Levison； and from that hour until to…day I believed him to be the man Richard saw。 To…day Richard tells me that he knows Sir Francis Levison； and that he and Thorn are intimate。 What I think now is； that this Thorn must have paid a flying visit to the neighborhood that night to assist Captain Levison in the wicked work that he had on hand。〃
〃How strange it all sounds！〃 uttered Joyce。
〃And I never could tell my suspicions to Mr。 Carlyle！ I did not like to mention Francis Levison's name to him。〃
Barbara soon returned down stairs。 〃I must be going home；〃 she said to Mr。 Carlyle。 〃It is turned half…past seven； and mamma will be uneasy。〃
〃Whenever you like； Barbara。〃
〃But can I not walk？ I am sorry to take out your ponies again； and in this storm。〃
Mr。 Carlyle laughed。 〃Which would feel the storm the worst； you or the ponies？〃
But when Barbara got outside； she saw that it was not the pony carriage； but the chariot that was in waiting for her。 She turned inquiringly to Mr。 Carlyle。
〃Did you think I should allow you to go home in an open carriage to…night； Barbara？〃
〃Are you coming also？〃
〃I suppose I had better；〃 he smiled。 〃To see that you and the carriage do not get fixed in a rut。〃
Barbara withdrew to her corner of the chariot； and cried silently。 Very； very deeply did she mourn the unhappy situationthe privations of her brother； and she knew that he was one to feel them deeply。 He could not battle with the world's hardships so bravely as many could。 Mr。 Carlyle only detected her emotion as they were nearing the Grove。 He leaned forward； took her hand； and held it between his。
〃Don't grieve； Barbara。 Bright days may be in store for us yet。〃
The carriage stopped。
〃You may go back；〃 he said to the servants； when he alighted。 〃I shall walk home。〃
〃Oh；〃 exclaimed Barbara； 〃I do think you intend to spend the evening with us？ Mamma will be so pleased。〃
Her voice sounded as if she was also。 Mr。 Carlyle drew her hand within his arm as they walked up the path。
But Barbara had reckoned without her host。 Mrs。 Hare was in bed； consequently could not be pleased at the visit of Mr。 Carlyle。 The justice had gone out； and she； feeling tired and not well； thought she would retire to rest。 Barbara stole into her room； but found her asleep； so that it fell to Barbara to entertain Mr。 Carlyle。
They stood together before the large pierglass； in front of the blazing fire。 Barbara was thinking over the events of the day。 What Mr。 Carlyle was thinking of was best known to himself； his eyes； covered with their drooping eyelids； were cast upon Barbara。 There was a long silence； at length Barbara seemed to feel that his gaze was upon her； and she looked up at him。
〃Will you marry me； Barbara？〃
The words were spoken in the quietest； most matter…of…fact tone； just as if he had said； 〃Shall I give you a chair； Barbara？〃 But； oh！ The change that passed over her countenance！ The sudden light of joy！ The scarlet flush of emotion and happiness。 Then it all faded down to paleness and sadness。
She shook her head in the negative。 〃But you are very kind to ask me；〃 she added in words。
〃What is the impediment； Barbara？〃
Another rush of color as before and a deep silence。 Mr。 Carlyle stole his arm around her and bent his face on a level with hers。
〃Whisper it to me； Barbara。〃
She burst into a flood of tears。
〃Is it because I once married another？〃
〃No； no。 It is the remembrance of that nightyou cannot have forgotten it； and it is stamped on my brain in letters of fire。 I never thought so to betray myself。 But for what passed that night you would not have asked me now。〃
〃Barbara！〃
She glanced up at him； the tone was so painful。
〃Do you know that I /love/ you？ That there is none other in the whole world whom I would care to marry but you？ Nay； Barbara； when happiness is within our reach； let us not throw it away upon a chimera。〃
She cried more softly； leaning upon his arm。 〃Happiness？ Would it be happiness for you？〃
〃Great and deep happiness；〃 he whispered。
She read truth in his countenance； and a sweet smile illumined her sunny features。 Mr。 Carlyle read its signs。
〃You love me as much as ever； Barbara！〃
〃Far more； far more；〃 was the murmured answer； and Mr。 Carlyle held her closer； and drew her face fondly to his。 Barbara's heart was at length at rest； and she had been content to remain where she was forever。
And Richard？ Had he got clear off？ Richard was stealing along the road； plunging into the snow by the hedge because it was more sheltered there than in the beaten path； when his umbrella came in contact with another umbrella。 Miss Carlyle had furnished it to him； not to protect his battered hat but to protect his face from being seen by the passers by。 The umbrella he encountered was an aristocratic silk one； with an ivory handle； Dick's was of democratic cotton； with hardly any handle at all； and the respective owners had been bearing on； heads down and umbrellas out； till they； the umbrellas； met smash； right under a gas lamp。 Aside went the umbrellas； and the antagonists stared at each other。
〃How dare you； fellow？ Can't you see where you are going on？〃
Dick thought he should have dropped。 He would have given all the money his pockets held if the friendly earth had but opened and swallowed him in； for he was now peering into the face of his own father。
Uttering an exclamation of dismay； which broke from him involuntarily； Richard sped away with the swiftness of an arrow。 Did Justice Hare recognize the tones？ It cannot be said。 He saw a rough； strange looking man； with bushy； black whiskers； who was evidently scared at the sight of him。 That was nothing； for the justice； being a justice； and a strict one； was regarded with considerable awe in the parish by those of Dick's apparent caliber。 Nevertheless； he stood still and g