"The degradation which made my son-in-law, Mr. Glentworth, the possessor of uncounted thousands, and enables him to support your brother, Lady Penrhyn, who will find him a somewhat kinder patron than your husband, I have a notion; he will not upbraid him on the score of gaining a place of a hundred and fifty pounds a-year, well earned by his drudgery in his lordship's service. Shockingly as my daughter has thrown herself away, I must say I have pitied Charles a thousand times, and always considered him an amiable, ill-used young man."
"As to Louisa throwing herself away on my brother, Lady Anne Granard, it is too ridiculous. Charles has five thousand pounds of his own, which, I am told, he has settled on his wife; those very people mentioned as their friends being her trustees; and when my father's second wife dies, he will have an estate of eight hundred a year, hitherto tied up to pay her jointure and my two younger sisters' fortunes; and with his person and connections you must yourself see he might have done better."
"As to person, my daughter's pretensions, may surely"
Lady Anne checked herself, for she heard a carriage stop at the door, and her daughters enter the house; and she had not made up her mind as to the turn she should give to their conciliatory visit. In fact, both ladies had, in the course of their recriminatory dialogue, seen so clearly, that in worldly matters the
