believe she was not one of those to whom you were so good."
"No, I knew only your mamma's three youngest daughters; is it possible that all my little girls are married."
"Oh, no! Helen and Georgiana are neither of them married: Louisa is, but she was the second only."
The lady smiled, and perhaps wondered; nevertheless, she had already said to herself, "What a very fine young woman that poor child is become!" she now put the very natural question, "By what name, my young friend, shall I now address you?"
"I am Mrs. Glentworth," answered Isabella, blushing. "Glentworth! Glentworth!" both ladies exclaimed, looking at each other, with great surprise, the elder adding, "you'll no mean to say ye are married to Francis Glaintworth, wha formerly lived at Marseilles?"
"Yes, indeed, I am; after our marriage we came out to Marseilles, to settle his affairs."
"Affairs! did not the old mon, his uncle, leave him a rich mon?"
"He made no will, and my husband succeeded, as a matter of course."
"He did reight, varry reight; but guid traith, that's more than I can jist say a' yer mither, wha
