'Yes.'

'Yes ! but that is coldly spoken. Give me your hand and
I'll believe you. You won't? Then, Mrs. Huntingdon, you
do not forgive me!'

'Yes; here it is, and my forgiveness with it: only, sin no
more.'

He pressed my cold hand with sentimental fervour, but
said nothing, and stood aside to let me pass into the room,
where all the company were now assembled. Mr. Grimsby
was seated near the door: on seeing me enter, almost
immediately followed by Hargrave, he leered at me with a
glance of intolerable significance, as I passed. I looked him
in the face, till he sullenly turned away, if not ashamed, at
least confounded for the moment. Meantime Hattersley had
seized Hargrave by the arm, and was whispering something
in his ear--some course joke, no doubt, for the latter neither
laughed nor spoke in answer, but, turning from him with a
slight curl of the lip, disengaged himself and went to his
mother, who was telling Lord Lowborough how many reasons
she had to be proud of her son.

Thank heaven, they are all going to-morrow

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