Ellen Wood

“ Mr. Carlyle glanced quickly at her, a dim fear penetrating his mind that his sister might have been talking in her hearing. "An expense I would not be without for the whole world. You know it, Isabel."
"And I have nothing to repay you with," she sighed.
He looked expressively amused, and, gazing into her face, the expression of his eyes made her smile. "Here is John with the carriage," she exclaimed. "Let us go, Archibald."
Standing outside the gates, talking to the rector's family, were several ladies, one of them Barbara Hare. She watched Mr. Carlyle place his wife in the carriage ”

“ The same house is not going to hold me and that tall female image, who's more fit to be carried about at a foreign carnival than some that they do carry."
So Marvel left. And when Lady Isabel went to her room to dress for dinner, Joyce entered it.
"I am not much accustomed to a lady's maid's duties," began she, "but Miss Carlyle has sent me, my lady, to do what I can for you, if you will allow me." ”

“ I was listening for you."
"What have you been doing all day?" he asked, as he drew her arm within his, and they walked on.
"Oh, I hardly know," she sighed. "Trying the new piano, and looking at my watch, wishing the time would go quicker, that you might come home. The ponies and carriage have arrived, Archibald." ”