I thought it might be a relative." "I have repeatedly heard them say that they are alone in the world; that they are the two last of the name.

Depend upon it, it was nobody connected with them;" and wishing Mr.Carlyle good-night, he departed.
The servant came in to remove the glasses and the obnoxious pipes.

Mr.
Carlyle sat in a brown study; presently he looked round at the man.
"Is Joyce gone to bed ?" "No, sir.

She is just going." "Send her here when you have taken away those things." Joyce came in--the upper servant at Miss Carlyle's.

She was of middle height, and would never see five and thirty again; her forehead was broad, her gray eyes were deeply set, and her face was pale.