Barbara looked round with eagerness, but looked away again; they could not be the expected strangers, the young lady's dress was too plain--a clear-looking muslin dress for a hot summer's day.

But the old beadle in his many-caped coat, was walking before them sideways with his marshalling baton, and he marshaled them into the East Lynne pew, unoccupied for so many years.
"Who in the world can they be ?" whispered Barbara to Miss Carlyle.

"That old stupid is always making a mistake and putting people into the wrong places." "The earl and Lady Isabel." The color flushed into Barbara's face, and she stared at Miss Corny.
"Why, she has no silks, and no feathers, and no anything!" cried Barbara.

"She's plainer than anybody in the church!" "Plainer than any of the fine ones--than you, for instance.

The earl is much altered, but I should have known them both anywhere.