Ellen Wood

“ Dick can't be innocent. You may as well tell me that the world's turned upside down."
"It is, sometimes, I think. That Richard was not the guilty man will be proved yet, justice, in the broad face of day."
"If—if—that other did do it, I should think you'd take the warrant out of the hands of the police and capture him yourself."
"I would not touch him with a pair of tongs," spoke Mr. Carlyle, his lips curling again. "If the man goes to his punishment, he goes; but I do not help him on his road thither."
"Can Dick be innocent?" ”

“ Carlyle's. There was no doubt in the world it had been sent by Francis Levison to frighten Mr. Hare into dispatching him out of West Lynne, had Richard taken refuge in his father's home. None had more cause to keep Dick from falling into the hands of justice than Francis Levison.
"I believe what you say—I believe all you say, Mr. Richard, touching Thorn," debated the attorney; "but it's next to impossible to take in so astounding a fact as that he is Sir Francis Levison."
"You can satisfy yourself of the fact from other lips than mine," said Richard. ”

“ It appears that Levison—"
"Stop!" interposed Mr. Carlyle. "I would prefer not to hear this. Levison may have murdered him, but it is no affair of mine, neither shall I make it such."
Old Dill felt checkmated. "Meanwhile Richard Hare suffers, Mr. Archibald," he observed, in a remonstrating tone.
"I am aware he does."
"Is it right that the innocent should suffer for the guilty?"
"No; very wrong. But the case is all too common."
"If some one would take up Richard Hare's cause now, he might be proved innocent," added the old man, with a wistful look at Mr. Carlyle. ”

“ Being Lord Vane—or it may be more correct to say, being the Earl of Mount Severn's son, and under control, he was debarred from dancing and jeering after the yellow candidate, as the unwashed gentry of his own age indulged in, but his tongue and his feet itched to do it. ”

“ I met him this afternoon, by chance, and told him my opinion. How is Mrs. Carlyle?"
"Pretty well. She is not in robust health, you are aware, just now."
Dr. Martin smiled. "These things will happen. Mrs. Carlyle has a thoroughly good constitution; a far stronger one than—than——"
"Than what?" said Mr. Carlyle, wondering why he hesitated.
"You must grant me pardon. I may as well finish, now I have begun; but I was not thinking when I spoke. She is stronger than was Lady Isabel. I must be off to catch the six train."
"You will come over from time to time to East Lynne to see William?" ”

“ Carlyle, "it is yours. But remember, if you do go, it is Ball, not Treadman."
Waiting only to give certain orders to the head clerk, Mr. Dill proceeded to the office of Ball & Treadman. A full hour was he closeted there with the senior partner.
Not until three o'clock that afternoon did the justices take their seats on the bench. Scarcely were they seated when Lawyer Ball bustled in and craved a secret hearing. His application was of the last importance, he promised, but, that the ends of justice might not be defeated it was necessary their worships should entertain it in private ”

“ The broad, full light was cast upon all, but the thick veil hid Lady Isabel's face. It was not often she could be caught without that veil, for she seemed to wear her bonnet at all sorts of seasonable and unseasonable times.
"What is your opinion, doctor?" asked Mr. Carlyle.
"Well," began the doctor, in a very professional tone, "the boy is certainly delicate. But—"
"Stay, Dr. Martin," was the interruption, spoken in a low, impressive voice, "you will deal candidly with me. I must know the truth, without disguise. Tell it me freely."
Dr. Martin paused. "The truth is not always palatable, Mr. ”