These men, sitting over Lord Mount Severn, enforced heavy claims; and there they must sit until the arrival of Mr.Vane from Castle Marling--now the Earl of Mount Severn.
On the following morning, Sunday, Mr.Carlyle proceeded again to East Lynne, and found, to his surprise, that there was no arrival.

Isabel sat in the breakfast-room alone, the meal on the table untouched, and she shivering--as it seemed--on a low ottoman before the fire.

She looked so ill that Mr.Carlyle could not forbear remarking upon it.
"I have not slept, and I am very cold," she answered.

"I did not close my eyes all night, I was so terrified." "Terrified at what ?" he asked.
"At those men," she whispered.

"It is strange that Mr.Vane has not come." "Is the post in ?" "I don't know," she apathetically replied.