“Your grace will attend, I trust,” said Sir Edward.  “The pleasure of your company is among my expected enjoyments in the town.”

“You are very good, Sir Edward,” replied the duke, looking at Emily.  “It will somewhat depend on circumstances, I believe.”

Lady Harriet smiled, and the speech seemed understood by all but the lady most concerned in it.

“Lord Pendennyss is a universal favorite, and deservedly so,” cried the duke.  “He has set an example to the nobility, which few are equal to imitate.  An only son, with an immense estate, he has devoted himself to the profession of a soldier, and gained great reputation by it in the world; nor has he neglected any of his private duties as a man——­”

“Or a Christian, I hope,” said Mrs. Wilson, delighted with the praises of the earl.

“Nor of a Christian, I believe,” continued the duke; “he appears consistent, humble, and sincere—­three requisites, I believe, for that character.”

“Does not your grace know?” said Emily, with a benevolent smile.

Derwent colored slightly as he answered—­

“Not as well as I ought; but”—­lowering his voice for her ear alone, he added, “under proper instruction I think I might learn.”

“Then I would recommend that book to you, my lord,” rejoined Emily, with a blush, pointing to a pocket Bible which lay near her, though still ignorant of the allusion he meant to convey.

“May I ask the honor of an audience of Miss Moseley,” said Derwent, in the same low tone, “whenever her leisure will admit of her granting the favor?”

Emily was surprised; but from the previous conversation and the current of her thoughts at the moment, supposing his communication had some reference to the subject before them, she rose from her chair, and unobtrusively, but certainly with an air of perfect innocence and composure, she went into the adjoining room, the door of which was open very near them.

Caroline Harris had abandoned all ideas of a coronet with the departure of the Marquess of Eltringham and his sisters for their own seat; and as a final effort of her fading charms, had begun to calculate the capabilities of Captain Jarvis, who had at this time honored Bath with his company.

It is true, the lady would have greatly preferred her father’s neighbor, but that was an irretrievable step.  He had retired, disgusted with her haughty dismissal of his hopes, and was a man who, although he greatly admired her fortune, was not to be recalled by any beck or smile which might grow out of caprice.