CHAPTER LI.
From the time of Glentworth's return, he had indeed appeared perfectly cured; not an irritable word had escaped him; and as every captious conclusion and petulant observation had been in days past always attributed, very justly, by Isabella either to the dyspepsia, brought on by his grief for Margarita, or the fever he sustained from the climate, her satisfaction had been the greater in his present most amiable temper; but, on this eventful day—the day which had begun so pleasurably—he was apparently cross and unwell.
There was nothing at dinner which he could eat—"the cuisine was execrable."
"Yet you and I have made shift to live upon what was much worse," said Lord Allerton, "within a very few weeks."
"One may live on any thing in a mountainous country, but not in a plain like this. I shall leave Pisa very soon, I assure you."
Letters from England the day following greatly
