error of supposing that nothing could delight a young person so much as dress; while Lady Anne, enchanted to think that no restraint was laid upon the "milliners' bills," had launched into every possible extravagance, while Isabella thought it would be ungracious to reject aught that came to her as his gift.
Lord Rotheles gave the bride away with the most perfect propriety, assuming the interest that he did slightly feel, and wishing them, with an air equally cordial and sincere, that happiness which he thought they were taking the worst possible method of securing. The earl had been a very handsome man, but dissipation had assisted time, and he was now the wreck of his former self. Little did Mr. Glentworth dream of how much his own destiny had been connected with that of the Earl of Rotheles. His lordship regretted exceedingly that a particular and indispensable engagement on business precluded his accompanying them to Welbeck Street. The fact was, he dreaded a scene, and hated a family party. Mr. Glentworth hurried the leave-taking as much as he could, but not even her own conviction that she was most fortunate, most happy, could prevent a passionate burst of tears as the bride sank back in the elegant travelling-carriage.
"What a pity," exclaimed Lady Anne, as she cast a discontented look on her daughters, "that you should be so beautifully dressed, and no one to see you!" Her attention was, however, attracted to Mary,
