Yet he had grown calmer, and a gentle feeling pervaded his bosom.

Thrown off by Miss Linmore, his thoughts now turned by a natural impulse, as the needle, long held by opposing attraction, turns to its polar point, again towards Edith Walter.

As he thought of her longer and longer, tenderer emotions began to tremble in his heart.

The beauty of her character was again seen; and his better nature bowed before it once more in a genuine worship.
"How have I been infatuated! What syren spell has been on me!" Such were the words that fell from his lips, marking the change in his feelings.
Days went by, and still the change went on, until the old affection had come back; the old tender, true affection.

But, he had turned from its object--basely turned away.