Unfortunately the owner of
his heart appeared, and, like poor Mr. Vane, took our play for earnest.
It became necessary to disabuse her and to open your eyes. Have I done
so?"
"You have, madam," said Vane, wincing at each word she said. But at last,
by a mighty effort, he mastered himself, and, coming to Mrs. Woffington
with a quivering lip, he held out his hand suddenly in a very manly way.
"I have been the dupe of my own vanity," said he, "and I thank you for
this lesson." Poor Mrs. Woffington's fortitude had well-nigh left her at
this.
"Mabel," he cried, "is this humiliation any punishment for my folly? any
guaranty for my repentance? Can you forgive me?"
"It is all forgiven, Ernest. But, oh, you are mistaken." She glided to
Mrs. Woffington. "What do we not owe you, sister?" whispered she.
"Nothing! that word pays all," was the reply. She then slipped her
address into Mrs. Vane's hand, and, courtesying to all the company, she
hastily left the room.
Sir Charles Pomander followed; but he was not quick enough. She got a
start, and purposely avoided him, and for three days neither the public
nor private friends saw this poor woman's face.
Mr. and Mrs. Vane prepared to go also; but Mrs. Vane would thank good Mr.
Triplet and Mrs. Triplet for their kindness to her.
Triplet the benevolent blushed, was confused and delighted; but suddenly,
turning somewhat sorrowful, he said: "Mr.
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