She gave me a look, as I modestly placed myself in a corner, which amply rewarded me for the time spent on my toilet. The gentlemen came in. I looked at Mr. Sax (mere curiosity) under shelter of my fan. His appearance was greatly improved by evening dress. He discovered me in my corner, and seemed doubtful whether to approach me or not. I was reminded of our first odd meeting;and I could not help smiling as I called it to mind. Did he presume to think that I was encouraging him? Before I could decide that question, he took the vacant place on the sofa. In any other man--after what had passed in the morning--this would have been an audacious proceeding. _He_ looked so painfully embarrassed, that i t became a species of Christian duty to pity him.
"Won't you shake hands?" he said, just as he had said it at Sandwich.
I peeped round the corner of my fan at Miss Melbury. She was looking at us. I shook hands with Mr. Sax.
