CHAPTER XII.
At three o'clock there was no chance of Lady Anne being visible soon, and Mr. Glentworth drove up to the door in Welbeck Street. The girls, who were assembled in the parlour, marvelled to hear him ask for Lady Anne only, while Isabella trembled like a leaf; fortunately she was seated a little apart; she had not said a syllable to her sisters; her spirits were too much oppressed for confidence. Lady Anne was not down, and they could hear Mr. Glentworth pacing overhead with quick and irregular steps.
"Do you know, I think Mr. Glentworth," said Georgiana, "is going to make mamma an offer; this is their second tété-à-têté."
"You do not think any such thing," replied Helen. Lady Anne, at that moment, entered the drawing-room; she felt rather glad to see Mr. Glentworth; not being aware of his visit the day before, she had begun to fear that he really had taken it into his head to retire, and then who could foresee what he would do with his money?
"Our excellent friend Mr. Glentworth!" exclaimed she; "why, what a stranger you have been! you cannot think how the girls have missed you."
