LADY ANNE GRANARD;
OR
KEEPING UP APPEARANCES.
CHAPTER XLIX.
It is time now to return to the "Golden Shell," the "garden of Europe," the "matchless Italy," of which so much has been said and sung, and will continue to be till time itself shall cease, but in which (with all its beauties of surface and climate, all its charms of association, and its wonders of art) the sorrows and solicitudes which belong to human existence are felt as acutely as in less favoured countries.
It was at least thus with the daughters of Lady Anne; for, although the gentle bosom of Mary once more admitted the guest into her confidence which she had long sought to banish, her love was attended with much of apprehension and anxiety—many
