"Never with us." "She is at Castle Marling now--gone to it as her home," resumed the earl; "and even you, when you return, will scarcely venture to turn her out again into the road, or to the workhouse.

She will not trouble you long," carelessly continued the earl.

"One so lovely as Isabel will be sure to marry early; and she appears as gentle and sweet-tempered a girl as I ever saw; so whence can arise your dislike to her, I don't pretend to guess.

Many a man will be ready to forget her want of fortune for the sake of her face." "She shall marry the first who asks her," snapped the angry lady; "I'll take care of that.".