Lady Helen shrunk in terror from the stern glance of her husband, who little knew the pain he inflicted; and Mrs. Hamilton hastily, but cautiously drew her away to enter into conversation with the Marchioness of Malvern, who was near them, which little manoeuvre quickly removed the transient cloud; and though soon again compelled to seek the shelter of the quiet little room she had quitted, the friendly kindness of Mrs. Hamilton succeeded in making Lady Helen’s evening end more agreeably than it had begun.

“Are you only just released, Grahame?” demanded Lord Alphingham, who still remained near Mr. Hamilton.

“You are less fortunate than I was, or perhaps you will think, in parliamentary concerns, more so; but as the ball was uppermost in my thoughts this evening, I was glad to find myself at liberty above an hour ago.”

“Is there nothing, then, stirring in the Upper House?”

“Nothing; I saw many of the noble members fast asleep, and those who spoke said little to the purpose.  When do you gentlemen of the Lower House send up your bill? it will be a charity to give us something to do.”

“We shall be charitable then on Friday next, and I much doubt if you do not have some warm debating work.  If we succeed, it will be a glorious triumph; the Whigs are violent against us, and they are by far the strongest party.  I depend greatly on your eloquence, Alphingham.”

“It is yours to the full extent of its power, my good friend; it carries some weight along with it, I believe, and I would gladly use it in a good cause.”

“Did you speak to-night, Grahame?” Mr. Hamilton asked, evincing by his animated countenance an interest in politics, which, from his retired life, no one believed that he possessed.  Grahame eagerly entered into the detail of that night’s debate, and for a little time the three gentlemen were absorbed in politics alone.  The approach of Caroline and her mother, however, caused Grahame suddenly to break off in his speech.

“A truce with debates, for the present,” he gaily exclaimed.  “Hamilton, I never saw Caroline’s extraordinary likeness to you till this moment.  What a noble-looking girl she is!  Ah, Hamilton, I could pardon you if you were much prouder of your children than you are.”

An involuntary sigh broke from his lips as he spoke, but checking it, he hastened to Caroline, and amused her with animated discourse, till Lord Alphingham and Eugene St. Eval at the same instant approached, the one to claim, the other to request, Caroline as his partner in the last quadrille before supper.  The shade of deep disappointment which passed over the young Earl’s expressive countenance as Caroline eagerly accepted the Viscount’s offered arm, and owned she had been engaged to him some time, at once confirmed to her flattered fancy the truth of Lord Henry’s words, and occasioned a feeling near akin to pleasure in the equally observant mother.