rage succeeded—for what was Charles Penrhyn, that she should control herself for him? and there were few words of vituperative abuse furnished by a lady's vocabulary (and even some beyond it) that were not launched upon his head, as a "city tradesman," that of the "puling baby," his wife, his flirting sister and her wittol husband; but even the last, beyond saying simply "you know that to be false," failed to recall the anger which had distressed Louisa, and he hastened out of the house to take refuge in that of Mr. Palmer, literally trembling for her safety.
When poor Louisa "had cried and was better," Mr. Penrhyn, having explained, as far as was necessary, the cause of her emotion, and referred to the cruelty of wounding any person's feelings "in his dear wife's situation," Mrs. Palmer could not forbear to exclaim, "What will become of those dear girls! they will die by inches! How I wish Lord Rotheles was aware of their situation."
Louisa wept afresh, and the kind-hearted Mrs. Palmer suddenly dropped the subject, and only sought to console her visitor, who at length admitted the comfort Helen's power of flight, from the time her minority ceased, afforded. "Yet, how could Georgiana be left alone! her situation was now bad, then it would be worse!" The young couple departed in Mr. Palmer's coach, silent and sorrowful, Louisa mourning for her sisters, Charles apprehensive for his wife.
Shocked by the quarrel she had witnessed, and ter-
