went to the Clarendon about an hour since, with our kind inquiries, and saw her, as she says, really looking shockingly."
So said Georgiana when she heard it; but she comforted herself with the belief that the Countess was not a woman to be killed by conceit; she, however, related what had occurred with the utmost simplicity to the infinite, inward amusement of Mr. Palmer, who maintains "that his unparalleled friend, Lady Anne, had not her match in the world for sending off a 'troublesome customer' with a flea in her ear, which not all the waters of all the Badens will ever wash out again."
In the middle of the following day, the Glentworths arrived at the house of mourning, and saw, by a glance at the darkened windows, "death had been busy there," but they little thought how busy, having left Keenborough before the time when the letter announcing Lord Rotheles's violent illness reached that place. Isabella knew but little of her uncle, but that little was endearing; and Mr. Glentworth, who had only learned from his sister how far they might be said to be associated with each other, remembered with pity the appearance of flutter and abstraction visible in his lordship's man-
