in Kemp Town, which was expected to be the gayest scene and the most splendid assemblage of royalty and nobility ever beheld in Brighton.
"That it is true mamma does meditate doing this, I cannot doubt; for she has written, desiring both Louisa and me to make as many pretty things as possible, saying we must work the harder because Georgiana cannot assist her, Lord Rotheles disliking all kinds of exhibitions of young ladies. We would fulfil her wishes, but Louisa cannot sit up to work, you know; and she prefers the baby to all the hand-screens in the world, and mamma has sent me no money to buy materials with—so what can I do?"
"What can she do, indeed?" was re-echoed by both sisters, as Mary, who was the one to whom the letter was addressed, thus proceeded:—
"We expect letters from you every day to tell us, as we trust, that you are well and happy, for that will do me good; as I know, if you are in health, being in cash, you can have no trouble—at least, Isabella cannot. How fortunate she has been! how differently is she now situated to the time when Mr. Glentworth came to see us, and she was ordered to remain in the nursery, that Georgiana might wear the muslin frock they had between them. She did not look well in that dark merino, yet she got the best man that ever was born—the kind friend to us all. I doubt not he loved her from that very time, because he pitied her, as we all have often done."
