“For Mr. Augustus Scarborough?”

“Yes, alas, yes!  But that is not my doing.  I do not know that I have cause to be dissatisfied with myself, but I cannot but own that I am unhappy.  But I wished you to understand that though a man may break the law, he need not therefore be accounted bad, and though he may have views of his own as to religious matters, he need not be an atheist.  I have made efforts on behalf of others, in which I have allowed no outward circumstances to control me.  Now I think I do feel sleepy.”

CHAPTER XXII.

Harry Annesley is summoned home.

“Just now I am triumphant,” Harry Annesley had said to his hostess as he left Mrs. Armitage’s house in the Paragon, at Cheltenham.  He was absolutely triumphant, throwing his hat up into the air in the abandonment of his joy.  For he was not a man to have conceived so well of his own parts as to have flattered himself that the girl must certainly be his.

There are at present a number of young men about who think that few girls are worth the winning, but that any girl is to be had, not by asking,—­which would be troublesome,—­but simply by looking at her.  You can see the feeling in their faces.  They are for the most part small in stature, well made little men, who are aware that they have something to be proud of, wearing close-packed, shining little hats, by which they seem to add more than a cubit to their stature; men endowed with certain gifts of personal—­dignity I may perhaps call it, though the word rises somewhat too high.  They look as though they would be able to say a clever thing; but their spoken thoughts seldom rise above a small, acrid sharpness.  They respect no one; above all, not their elders.  To such a one his horse comes first, if he have a horse; then a dog; and then a stick; and after that the mistress of his affections.  But their fault is not altogether of their own making.  It is the girls themselves who spoil them and endure their inanity, because of that assumed look of superiority which to the eyes of the outside world would be a little offensive were it not a little foolish.  But they do not marry often.  Whether it be that the girls know better at last, or that they themselves do not see sufficiently clearly their future dinners, who can say?  They are for the most part younger brothers, and perhaps have discovered the best way of getting out of the world whatever scraps the world can afford them.  Harry Annesley’s faults were altogether of another kind.  In regard to this young woman, the Florence whom he had loved, he had been over-modest.  Now his feeling of glory was altogether redundant.  Having been told by Florence that she was devoted to him, he walked with his head among the heavens.  The first instinct with such a young man as those of whom I have spoken teaches him, the moment he has committed himself, to begin to consider how he can