CHAPTER XIV.
Mrs. Glentworth and her sister Mary set off the next morning for Marseilles—too hurried almost for the natural right of parting—and the next three days Louisa passed in a fever of worry, to know why Charles Penrhyn had not written to ask Lady Anne's consent, as it was settled that he should do. Luckily, Mrs. Palmer, who thought the young people would be dull now their sisters were gone, asked the three remaining ones to accompany her to the theatre, and Mr. Charles Penrhyn having called in the morning, she mentioned their plan to him, and, on his expressing a wish to join their party, gave a very kind invitation to their box. The young lover was in waiting, to hand them out of the large substantial carriage, and the first quiet moment that he could find for an apart whisper, said, "What can be the reason that your mother has never taken the slightest notice of my letter?"
"Your letter!" exclaimed Louisa, "then you have written to her?"
"Of course," replied Mr. Penrhyn; "can you suppose that I would lose one moment in writing?"
