Vane felt what a poor creature he was, and his face showed such burning shame and contrition, that he obtained his pardon without speaking.
"There," said she, kindly, "do not let us torment one another.

I forgive you.

Let me make you happy, Ernest.

Is that a great favor to ask?
I can make you happier than your brightest dream of happiness, if you will let yourself be happy." They rejoined the others; but Vane turned his back on Pomander, and would not look at him.
"Sir Charles," said Mrs.Woffington gayly; for she scorned to admit the fine gentleman to the rank of a permanent enemy, "you will be of our party, I trust, at dinner ?" "Why, no, madam; I fear I cannot give myself that pleasure to-day." Sir Charles did not choose to swell the triumph.

"Mr.Vane, good day!" said he, rather dryly.