When Mr. Davenport Dunn entered the drawing-room before dinner on that day, his heart beat very quickly as he saw Lady Augusta Arden was there alone. In what spirit she remembered the scene of the morning, -whether she felt resentment towards him for his presumption, was disposed to scoff down his pretensions, or to regard them, if t with favor, with at least forgiveness, were the themes on which his mind was yet dwelling. The affable smile with which she w met him did more to resolve these doubts than all his casuistry. Was it t very thoughtful of me, said she, to release you this morning, and suffer you to address yourself to the important things which claimed your attention? I really am quite vain of my self-denial.