Everything was rapidly poured out, and she anxiously awaited the decision.  She had little hope of being allowed to go to Gracechurch Street, and did not press for it; but she could not refrain from showing her earnest desire for the sight of her sister, so that it was plain that it would have been a cruel disappointment to her, if she had been prevented from meeting the newly-married couple.  She detected a certain sound of annoyance or perplexity in the tones that replied, and her accents became almost plaintively imploring as she concluded, “Pray, pray, sir, do not deny me.”

“No, my child, I could not be cruel enough for a refusal,” he answered; “I was but considering how most safely the thing may be contrived.  I know it would be your wish, and that it would seem more befitting that you should act as hostess for your sister, but I fear that must be for another time.  This is not my house, and there are other reasons for which it would be wiser for you to receive no one here.”

“It will be quite enough for me if I may only go to Brentford to meet my dear, dear Harriet.”

“Then be it so, my child.  Present my compliments to Mrs. Arden, and entreat her to excuse the seeming inhospitality of the invalid.”

Aurelia was overflowing with joy at the anticipated meeting, wrote a delighted letter to make the appointment, and skipped about the dark stairs and passages more like the butterfly she was than like Madam Belamour; while Fay and Letty found her a more delightful playfellow than ever, recovering all the animation she had lost during the last weeks.  Her only drawback to the pleasure was that each intervening evening convinced her more strongly that Mr. Belamour was uneasy and dissatisfied about the meeting, which he could not prohibit.  On the previous night he asked many questions about her sister, in especial whether she were of an inquisitive disposition.

“That rather depends on how much she has to say about herself,” returned Aurelia, after some reflection.  “She likes to hear about other people’s affairs, but she had much rather talk of her own.”

This made Mr. Belamour laugh.  “Considering,” he said, “how recently she has undergone the greatest event of a woman’s life, let us hope that her imagination and her tongue may be fully occupied by it during the few hours that you are to pass together.  It seems hard to put any restraint on your ingenuous confidence, my sweet friend; but I trust to your discretion to say as little as you can contrive of your strange position here, and of the infirmities and caprices of him whose name you have deigned to bear.”

“Sir, do you think I could?”

“It is not for my own sake, but for yours, that I would recommend caution,” he continued.  “The situation is unusual, and such disclosures might impel persons to interfere for what they thought your interest; but you have promised me your implicit trust, and you will, I hope, prove it.  You can understand how painful would be such well-meaning interference, though you cannot understand how fatally mischievous it would be.”