h everything
around him, pleased with Isabel's returning glimpses of health, and
amused with the scenes of the busy town.

The tide served at eight o'clock the following morning, and Mr. Carlyle
left by the Folkestone boat. Wilson made his breakfast, and after
swallowing it in haste, he returned to his wife's room to say farewell.

"Good-bye, my love," he said, stooping to kiss her, "take care of
yourself."

"Give my dear love to the darlings, Archibald. And--and----"

"And what?" he asked. "I have not a moment to lose."

"Do not get making love to Barbara Hare while I am away."

She spoke in a tone half jest, half serious--could he but have seen how
her heart was breaking! Mr. Carlyle took it wholly as a jest, and went
away laughing. Had he believed she was serious, he could have been
little more surprised had she charged him not to go about the country on
a dromedary.

Isabel rose later, and lingered over her breakfast, listless enough.
She was wondering how she would make the next few weeks pass; what she
should do with her time. She had taken two sea baths since her arrival,
but they had appeared not to agree with her, leaving her low and
shivering afterwards, so it was not deemed advisable that she should
attempt more. It was a lovely morning, and she determined to venture on
to the pier, to where they had sat on the previous evening. She had not
Mr. Carlyle's arm, but it was not far, and she could take a good rest at
the end of it.

She went, attended by Peter, took her seat, and told him to come for her
in an hour. She watched the strollers on the pier as they had done
the previous evening; not in crowds now, but stragglers, coming on at
intervals. There came a gouty man, in a list shoe, there came three
young ladies and their governess, there came two fast puppies in
shooting jackets and eye-glasses, which they turned with a broad stare
on Lady Isabel; but there was something about her which caused them to
drop their glasses and their ill manners together. After an interval,
there appeared another, a tall, handsome, gentlemanly man. Her eyes
fell upon him; and--what was it that caused every nerve in her frame
to vibrate, every pulse to quicken? _Whose_ form was it that was thus
advancing and changing the monotony of her mind into tumult? It was that
of one whom she was soon to find had never been entirely forgotten.

Captain Levison came slowly on, approaching the pier where she sat. He
glanced at her