We insignificant West Lynne gentry shall not obtrude ourselves into East Lynne.

It would scarcely be fitting--or be deemed so by the earl and Lady Isabel." "That's just how papa went on," grumbled Barbara.

"He caught sight of this bonnet yesterday; and when, by way of excuse, I said I had it to call on them, he asked whether I thought the obscure West Lynne families would venture to thrust their calls on Lord Mount Severn, as though they were of the county aristocracy.

It was the feather that put him out." "It is a very long one," remarked Miss Carlyle, grimly surveying it.
Barbara was to sit in the Carlyle pew that day, for she thought the farther she was from the justice the better; there was no knowing but he might take a sly revengeful cut at the feather in the middle of service, and so dock its beauty.

Scarcely were they seated when some strangers came quietly up the aisle--a gentleman who limped as he walked, with a furrowed brow and gray hair; and a young lady.