"West Lynne seems bent on out-dressing the Lady Isabel.

You should have been at the milliner's yesterday morning, Miss Carlyle." "Is all the finery coming out to-day ?" gravely inquired Mr.Carlyle, as Barbara turned with them toward the church, and he walked by her side and his sister's, for he had an objection, almost invincible as a Frenchman's, to give his arm to two ladies.
"Of course," replied Barbara.

"First impression is everything, you know, and the earl and his daughter will be coming to church." "Suppose she should not be in peacock's plumes ?" cried Miss Carlyle, with an imperturbable face.
"Oh! But she is sure to be--if you mean richly dressed," cried Barbara, hastily.
"Or, suppose they should not come to church ?" laughed Mr.Carlyle.

"What a disappointment to the bonnets and feathers!" "After all, Barbara, what are they to us, or we to them ?" resumed Miss Carlyle.

"We may never meet.