ABSTRACT
‘Arbella, my dear,’ said Lady Torrendale, with one of her softest looks, ‘I have ordered the carriage for S –, would you not like to accompany me? I am surprised you never go. My son must feel truly grateful for the flattering partiality with which you honor him, and to which he may almost entirely attribute his present situation; and there’s your aunt who would, of course, be glad to see you, you know.’
