breakfast, Mr. Carlyle
entered.

"Do you admit intruders here Madame Vine?" cried he, with his sweet
smile, and attractive manner.

She arose; her face burning, her heart throbbing.

"Keep your seat, pray; I have but a moment to stay," said Mr. Carlyle.
"I have come to ask you how William seems?"

"There was no difference," she murmured, and then she took courage and
spoke more openly. "I understood you to say the other night, sir, that
he should have further advice."

"Ay; I wish him to go over to Lynneborough, to Dr. Martin; the drive, I
think, will do him good," replied Mr. Carlyle. "And I would like you
to accompany him, if you do not mind the trouble. You can have the pony
carriage, it will be better to go in that than boxed up in the railway
carriage. You can remind Dr. Martin that the child's constitution
is precisely what his mother's was," continued Mr. Carlyle, a tinge
lightening his face. "It may be a guide to his treatment; he said
himself it was, when he attended him for an illness a year or two ago."

"Yes, sir."

He crossed the hall on his entrance to the breakfast-room. She tore
upstairs to her chamber, and sank down in an agony of tears and despair.
Oh, to love him as she did now! To yearn after his affection with this
passionate, jealous longing, and to know that they were separated for
ever and ever; that she was worse to him than nothing!

Softly, my lady. This is not bearing your cross.

CHAPTER XXXVI.

APPEARANCE OF A RUSSIAN BEAR AT WEST LYNNE.

Mr. Carlyle harangued the populace from the balcony of the Buck's Head,
a substantial old House, renowned in the days of posting, now past and
gone. Its balcony was an old-fashioned, roomy balcony, painted green,
where there was plenty of space for his friends to congregate. He was a
persuasive orator, winning his way to ears and hearts; but had he spoken
with plums in his mouth, and a stammer on his tongue, and a break-down
at every sentence, the uproarious applause and shouts would be equally
rife. Mr. Carlyle was intensely popular in West Lynne, setting aside his
candidateship and his oratory; and West Lynne made common cause against
Sir Francis Levison.

Sir Francis Levison harangued the mob from the Raven, but in a more
ignoble manner. For the Raven possessed no balcony, and he was fain to
let himself down with a stride and a jump from the first floor window
on the top of the bow-window of the parlor, and stand there. The Raven,
th