3/19 I thought you would have jumped at any plea for staying away." "Not at all," laughed Isabel. "I should like West Lynne to see that I don't despise Mr.Kane and his concert." Later in the day the earl grew alarmingly worse; his paroxysms of pain were awful. Isabel, who was kept from the room, knew nothing of the danger, and the earl's groans did not penetrate to her ears. She dressed herself in a gleeful mode, full of laughing willfulness, Marvel, her maid, superintending in stiff displeasure, for the attire chosen did not meet her approbation. When ready, she went into the earl's room. |