ilty culprit that he was, shivered he,
hiding his white face--wondering whether it would be a repetition of
Justice Hare's green pond, or tearing him asunder piecemeal--and cursing
the earth because it did not open and let him in!

CHAPTER XLI.

FIRM!

Miss Lucy was _en penitence_. She had been guilty of some childish fault
that day at Aunt Cornelia's, which, coming to the knowledge of Mrs.
Carlyle, after their return home the young lady was ordered to the
nursery for the rest of the day, and to be regaled upon bread and water.

Barbara was in her pleasant dressing-room. There was to be a dinner
party at East Lynne that evening, and she had just finished dressing.
Very lovely looked she in her dinner dress, with purple and scarlet
flowers in her bosom. She glanced at her watch somewhat anxiously, for
the gentlemen had not made their appearance. Half-past six! And they
were to dine at seven.

Madame Vine tapped at the door. Her errand was to beg grace for Lucy.
She had been promised half an hour in the drawing-room, when the ladies
entered it from the dessert-table, and was now in agony of grief at
the disappointment. Would Mrs. Carlyle pardon her, and allow her to be
dressed?

"You are too lenient to the child, madame," spoke Barbara. "I don't
think you ever would punish her at all. But when she commits faults,
they must be corrected."

"She is very sorry for her fault; she promises not to be rude again. She
is crying as if she would cry her heart out."

"Not for her ill-behavior, but because she's afraid of missing the
drawing-room to-night," cried Barbara.

"Do, pray, restore her to favor," pleaded madame.

"I shall see. Just look, Madame Vine! I broke this, a minute or two ago.
Is it not a pity?"

Barbara held in her hand a beautiful toilette ornament, set in pure
gold. One of the petals had come off.

Madame Vine examined it. "I have some cement upstairs that would join
it," she exclaimed. "I could do it in two minutes. I bought it in
France."

"Oh, I wish you would," was Barbara's delighted response. "Do bring it
here and join it now. Shall I bribe you?" she added, laughing. "You
make this all right, and then you shall bear back grace to Lucy--for I
perceive that is what your heart is set upon."

Madame Vine went, and returned with her cement. Barbara watched her, as
she took the pieces in her hand, to see how the one must fit on to the
other.

"This has been broken once, as Joyce tells me,