You have scarcely stayed ten minutes." "But you forget I have not been at home." "You were on your road to Beauchamp's, and would not have been at home for an hour or two in that case," spoke Barbara, in a tone that savored of resentment.
"That was different; that was upon business.

But, Barbara, I think your mother looks unusually ill." "You know she suffers a little thing to upset her; and last night she had what she calls one of her dreams," answered Barbara.

"She says that it is a warning that something bad is going to happen, and she has been in the most unhappy, feverish state possible all day.

Papa has been quite angry over her being so weak and nervous, declaring that she ought to rouse herself out of her 'nerves.' Of course we dare not tell him about the dream." "It related to--the----" Mr.Carlyle stopped, and Barbara glanced round with a shudder, and drew closer to him as she whispered.

He had not given her his arm this time.
"Yes, to the murder.