Mr.Carlyle looked at her--he did not speak; and then he turned and looked at the butler, who was standing near.

But the man only responded by giving his head a half shake, and Mr.Carlyle saw that it was an ominous one.
"I will clear the house of these," he said to Lady Isabel, pointing back to the dining-room, "and then join you upstairs." "Two ruffians, sir, and they have got possession of the body," whispered the butler in Mr.Carlyle's ear, as Lady Isabel departed.

"They obtained entrance to the chamber by a sly, deceitful trick, saying they were the undertaker's men, and that he can't be buried unless their claims are paid, if it's for a month to come.

It has upset all our stomachs, sir; Mrs.Mason while telling me--for she was the first one to know it--was as sick as she could be." At present Mr.Carlyle returned to the dining-room, and bore the brunt of the anger of those savages, and it may be said, ill-used men.

Not that it was vented upon him--quite the contrary--but on the memory of the unhappy peer, who lay overhead.