"My letters received this morning bring me another piece of news with which, I fear, you will not be so well pleased. I must be in Marseilles as soon as possible." Isabella could not but contrast her present feelings on hearing that he was going abroad, to those with which she had once listened to a similar declaration. "I have been thinking," continued he, "that such a journey would do Mary the greatest benefit. Could you persuade her to accompany us? I must be much taken up with business, and you might feel lonely."
"I am sure that Mary will be glad, almost as glad as myself," replied Isabella. Mr. Glentworth had his letters to write before he began the day's journey, and Isabella again loitered a half hour in the garden. What a change had a few weeks made in her prospects, and in those of her family! she was married to a man who anticipated her very wishes. The obstacles to Louisa's attachment were on the point of being removed, and Mary was about to have that change which her physican declared was her only chance of restored health. Again Isabella exclaimed, "I am too happy."
Louisa was to dine with Mrs. Glentworth at their hotel in Albemarle Street; her lover was to come in the evening, as all parties agreed that he ought at once to communicate his altered situation to Lord and Lady Penrhyn. Charles had accepted Mr. Glentworth's offered kindness frankly and gratefully.
