“I did hope to have the pleasure of your company, doctor, said Mr. Haughton, hesitatingly.

“And if it will give you pleasure,” cried the rector, “you shall have it with all my heart, good sir; it would be a greater evil to wound the feelings of such a neighbor as Mr. Haughton, than to show my face once at a ball,” and rising, he laid his hand on the shoulder of the other kindly.  “Both your scandal and rudeness are easily forgiven; but I wished to show you the common error of the world which has attached odium to certain things, while it charitably overlooks others of a more heinous nature.”

Mr. Haughton, who had at first been a little staggered with the attack of the doctor, recovered himself, and laying a handful of notes on the table, hoped he should have the pleasure of seeing every body.  The invitation was generally accepted, and the worthy man departed, happy if his friends did but come, and were pleased.

“Do you dance, Miss Moseley?” inquired Denbigh of Emily, as he sat watching her graceful movements in netting a purse for her father.

“Oh, yes! the doctor said nothing of us girls, you know I suppose he thinks we have no dignity to lose.”

“Admonitions are generally thrown away on young ladies when pleasure is in the question,” said the doctor, with a look of almost paternal affection.

“I hope you do not seriously disapprove of it in moderation,” said Mrs. Wilson.

“That depends, madam, upon circumstances; if it is to be made subsidiary to envy, malice, coquetry, vanity, or any other such little lady-like accomplishment, it certainly had better be let alone.  But in moderation, and with the feelings of my little pet here, I should be cynical, indeed, to object.”

Denbigh appeared lost in his own ruminations during this dialogue; and as the doctor ended, he turned to the captain, who was overlooking a game of chess between the colonel and Jane, of which the latter had become remarkably fond of late, playing with her hands and eyes instead of her feet—­and inquired the name of the corps in barracks at F——.

“The ——­th foot, sir,” replied the captain, haughtily, who neither respected him, owing to his want of consequence, nor loved him, from the manner in which Emily listened to his conversation.

“Will Miss Moseley forgive a bold request,” said Denbigh, with some hesitation.

Emily looked up from her work in silence, but with some little flutterings at the heart.

“The honor of her hand for the first dance,” continued Denbigh, observing she was in expectation that he would proceed.

Emily laughingly said, “Certainly, Mr. Denbigh, if you can submit to the degradation.”