"
Barbara was deeply thoughtful as the coach drove back to St. James's
Square. An unforeseen obstacle was placed in the way of her
self-sacrifice, an obstacle so great that it did not seem possible to
overcome it. Was Judge Marriott's absence of her uncle's contriving? It
did not seem probable, but she was in the mood to connect him with all
disaster, and when, on returning to the house, she learnt that Sir John
was there with Lady Bolsover, her suspicions seemed confirmed. Barbara
was the more determined to defeat his schemes. She would certainly have
sent to Martin had she known where to find him, but as it was she was
obliged to act for herself.
Harriet Payne came at noon, with a sad and gloomy countenance.
"What is it?" Barbara asked. "Is there further and worse news?"
"No, nothing further."
"Your face has a wealth of trouble in it."
"Indeed, madam, and is it any wonder?" the girl asked. "I am so
helpless, and I could wish to be so strong. Every hour counts, and what
can I do?"
"You have travelled far to ask my help, that is something."
"Yes, madam; but yesterday you gave me little hope, and even that little
is gone.
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