"My permission, indeed! you have my warmest approbation. I have not a single objection. Mary is a lucky girl."
"I am not," replied the gentleman, "speaking of Miss Granard."
Lady Anne felt secretly disappointed; however, any daughter was better than none. "Louisa, or Ellen you mean?"
"No," returned Mr. Glentworth.
"Not Georgiana?" interrupted Lady Anne—she could not give up the idea of a coronet for the beauty and the favourite.
"No, no!" exclaimed her listener, who felt that is was too ridiculous having the girls submitted one after another to his choice, "I allude to Isabella."
"Isabella!" ejaculated Lady Anne, in a tone of blank amazement. That her youngest and neglected daughter should be the object of preference had never once occurred to her; it was almost as good as Mary, if she had been the choice. "Isabella!" continued she, joyfully—"oh, yes, certainly! she will be only too happy. I will go and tell her this moment!"
"It is unnecessary," said Mr. Glentworth; "I have already obtained Isabella's consent."
Lady Anne thought that, he had given himself un-necessary trouble; however, he was too rich not to be indulged in a few peculiarities. The conversation now turned on business matters; and even Lady Anne was amazed at Mr. Glentworth's wealth and liberality.
