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ers； and obeyed the wishes of Lady Isabel。
The evening wore on to ten； and as the time…piece struck the hour； Barbara rose from her chair in amazement。
〃I did not think it was so late。 Surely some one must have come for me。〃
〃I will inquire；〃 was Lady Isabel's answer； and Mr。 Carlyle touched the bell。 No one had come for Miss Hare。
〃Then I fear I must trouble Peter；〃 cried Barbara。 〃Mamma may be gone to rest； tired； and papa must have forgotten me。 It would never do for me to get locked out；〃 she gaily added。
〃As you were one night before；〃 said Mr。 Carlyle； significantly。
He alluded to the night when Barbara was in the grove of trees with her unfortunate brother； and Mr。 Hare was on the point； unconsciously； of locking her out。 She had given Mr。 Carlyle the history； but its recollection now called up a smart pain； and a change passed over her face。
〃Oh！ Don't； Archibald；〃 she uttered； in the impulse of the moment； 〃don't recall it。〃
Isabel wondered。
〃Can Peter take me？〃 continued Barbara。
〃I had better take you；〃 said Mr。 Carlyle。 〃It is late。〃
Barbara's heart beat at the words； beat as she put her things onas she said good…night to Lady Isabel and Miss Carlyle； it beat to throbbing as she went out with him； and took his arm。 All just as it used to beonly now that he was the husband of another。 Only！
It was a warm； lovely June night； not moonlight； but bright with its summer twilight。 They went down the park into the road； which they crossed； and soon came to a stile。 From that stile there led a path through the fields which would pass the back of Justice Hare's。 Barbara stopped at it。
〃Would you choose the field way to…night； Barbara？ The grass will be damp； and this is the longest way。〃
〃But we shall escape the dust of the road。〃
〃Oh； very well； if you prefer it。 It will not make three minutes' difference。〃
〃He is very anxious to get home to /her/！〃 mentally exclaimed Barbara。 〃I shall fly out upon him； presently； or my heart will burst。〃
Mr。 Carlyle crossed the stile； helped over Barbara； and then gave her his arm again。 He had taken her parasol； as he had taken it the last night they had walked togetheran elegant little parasol； this； of blue silk and white lace； and he did not switch the hedges with it。 That night was present to Barbara now； with all its words and its delusive hopes； terribly present to her was their bitter ending。
There are women of warm； impulsive temperaments who can scarcely help； in certain moments of highly wrought excitement； over…stepping the bounds of nature and decorum； and giving the reins to temper； tongue； and imaginationmaking a scene； in short。 Barbara had been working herself into this state during the whole evening。 The affection of Isabel for her husband； her voice； his caressesseen through the half open doorshad maddened her。 She felt it impossible to restrain her excitement。
Mr。 Carlyle walked on； utterly unconscious that a storm was brewing。 More than that； he was unconscious of having given cause for one； and dashed into an indifferent； common place topic in the most provoking manner。
〃When does the justice begin haymaking； Barbara？〃
There was no reply。 Barbara was swelling and panting； and trying to keep her emotion down。 Mr。 Carlyle tried again；
〃Barbara； I asked you which day your papa cut his hay。〃
Still no reply。 Barbara was literally incapable of making one。 The steam of excitement was on； nearly to its highest pitch。 Her throat was working； the muscles of her mouth began to twitch； and a convulsive sob； or what sounded like it； broke from her。 Mr。 Carlyle turned his head hastily。
〃Barbara！ are you ill？ What is it？〃
On it came； passion； temper； wrongs； and nervousness； all boiling over together。 She shrieked； she sobbed； she was in strong hysterics。 Mr。 Carlyle half…carried； half…dragged her to the second stile； and placed her against it； his arm supporting her； and an old cow and two calves； wondering what the disturbance could mean at that sober time of night； walked up and stared at them。
Barbara struggled with her emotionstruggled manfullyand the sobs and shrieks subsided； not the excitement or the passion。 She put away his arm； and stood with her back to the stile； leaning against it。 Mr。 Carlyle felt inclined to fly to the pond for water； but he had nothing but his hat to get it in。
〃Are you better； Barbara？ What can have caused it？〃
〃What can have caused it？〃 she burst forth； giving full swing to the reins； and forgetting everything。 〃/You/ can ask me that？〃
Mr。 Carlyle was struck dumb； but by some inexplicable laws of sympathy； a dim and very unpleasant consciousness of the truth began to steal over him。
〃I don't understand you； Barbara。 If I have offended you in any way； I am truly sorry。〃
〃Truly sorry； no doubt！〃 was the retort； the sobs and the shrieks alarmingly near。 〃What do you care for me？ If I go under the sod to…morrow；〃 stamping it with her foot； 〃you have your wife to care for； what am I？〃
〃Hush！〃 he interposed； glancing round； more mindful for her than she was for herself。
〃Hush； yes！ You would like me to hush； what is my misery to you？ I would rather be in my grave； Archibald Carlyle； than endure the life I have led since you married her。 My pain is greater than I well know how to bear。〃
〃I cannot affect to misunderstand you；〃 he said； feeling more at a nonplus than he had felt for many a day； and heartily wishing the whole female creation； save Isabel； somewhere。 〃But my dear Barbara。 I never gave you cause to think Ithat Icared for you more than I did。〃
〃Never gave me cause！〃 she gasped。 〃When you have been coming to our house constantly； almost like my shadow； when you gave me this〃 dashing open her mantle； and holding up the locket to his view； 〃when you have been more intimate with me than a brother。〃
〃Stay； Barbara。 There it isa brother。 I have been nothing else； it never occurred to me to be anything else；〃 he added； in his straightforward truth。
〃Ay； as a brother； nothing else！〃 and her voice rose once more with her excitement； it seemed that she would not long control it。 〃What cared you for my feelings？ What recked you that you gained my love？〃
〃Barbara； hush！〃 he implored： 〃do be calm and reasonable。 If I ever gave you cause to think I regarded you with deeper feelings； I can only express to you my deep regret； my repentance； and assure you it was done unconsciously。〃
She was growing calmer。 The passion was fading； leaving her face still and white。 She lifted it toward Mr。 Carlyle。
〃You treated me ill in showing signs of love； if you felt it not。 Why did you kiss me？〃
〃I kissed you as I might kiss a sister。 Or perhaps as a pretty girl； man likes to do so。 The close terms on which our families have lived； excused； if it did not justify； a degree of familiarity that might have been unseemly in〃
〃You need not tell me that；〃 hotly interrupted Barbara。 〃Had it been a stranger who had won my love and then thrown me from him； do you suppose I would have reproached him as I am now reproaching you？ No； I would have died； rather than that he should have suspected it。 If /she/ had not come between us； should you have loved me？〃
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