portunity to requite obligation, prompted her to invite the kind man to whom the facility of giving parties was justly due. She had never realized to herself, despite all that Lionel could say, the idea of Darrell's station in the world—a lawyer who had spent his youth at the back of Holborn, whom the stylish Cap- tain had deemed it a condescension not to cut, might indeed be- come very rich; but he could never be the fashion. " Poor man," she thought, " he must be very lonely. He is not, like Lionel, a young dancing man. A quiet little party, with people of his own early rank and habits, would be more in his way than those grand places to which Lionel goes. I can but ask him— I ought to ask him. What would he say if I did not ask him? Black ingratitude indeed, if he were not asked!" All these ideas rushed through her mind in a breath, and as she clasped Darrell's extended hand in both her own, she said—"I have a little party to-night!" And paused—Darrell remaining mute, and Lionel not suspecting what was to ensue, she continued: "There may be some good music—young friends of mine—sing charmingly—Italian!"
Darrell bowed. Lionel began to shudder.
"And if I might presume to think it would amuse you, Mr. Darrell, oh, I should be so happy to see you!—so happy!"
"Would you?" said Darrell, briefly. " Then I should be a churl if I did not come. Lionel will escort me. Of course, you expect him too."
"Yes, indeed. Though he has so many fine places to go to— and it can't be exactly what he is used to—yet he is such a dear good boy that he gives up all to gratify his mother."
Lionel, in agonies, turned an unfillal back, and looked stead- ily out of the window; but Darrell, far too august to take offence where none was meant, only smiled at the implied reference to Lionel's superior demand in the fashionable world, and replied, without even a touch of his accustomed irony—" And to gratify his mother is a pleasure I thank you for inviting me to share with him."
More and more at her ease, and charmed with having obeyed her hospitable impulse, Mrs. Haughton, following Darrell to the landing-place, added—
"And if you like to play a quiet rubber—"
"I never touch cards. I abhor the very name of them, ma'am," interrupted Darrell, somewhat less gracious in his tones.
He mounted his horse; and Lionel, breaking from Mrs. Haugh- ton, who was assuring him that Mr. Darrell was not at all what she expected, but really quite the gentleman—nay, a much
