Never does this unconsciously mournful expression exist, but it is a sure index of sorrow and suffering; but Mr.Carlyle understood it not.

And who could connect sorrow with the anticipated brilliant future of Isabel Vane?
"Isabel," observed the earl, "you are dressed." "Yes, papa.

Not to keep old Mrs.Levison waiting tea.

She likes to take it early, and I know Mrs.Vane must have kept her waiting dinner.

It was half-past six when she drove from here." "I hope you will not be late to-night, Isabel." "It depends upon Mrs.Vane." "Then I am sure you will be.