Miss Rachel was going to a ball that night, and Mr.Ablewhite had arranged to come to coffee, and go with her.

There was a morning concert advertised for to-morrow, and Samuel was ordered to take places for a large party, including a place for Mr.Ablewhite.

"All the tickets may be gone, Miss," said this innocent youth, "if I don't run and get them at once!" He ran as he said the words--and I found myself alone again, with some anxious thoughts to occupy me.
We had a special meeting of the Mothers'-Small-Clothes-Conversion Society that night, summoned expressly with a view to obtaining Mr.Godfrey's advice and assistance.

Instead of sustaining our sisterhood, under an overwhelming flow of Trousers which quite prostrated our little community, he had arranged to take coffee in Montagu Square, and to goto a ball afterwards! The afternoon of the next day had been selected for the Festival of the British-Ladies'-Servants'-Sunday-Sweetheart-Supervision Society.

Instead of being present, the life and soul of that struggling Institution, he had engaged to make one of a party of worldlings at a morning concert! I asked myself what did it mean?
Alas! it meant that our Christian Hero was to reveal himself to me in a new character, and to become associated in my mind with one of the most awful backslidings of modern times.
To return, however, to the history of the passing day.