How delightful to have such a dancer for her lover! thought Clementina.

That was her 'Excelsior.' Charley walked home with a sad heart.

He had that day given a pledge that he would on the morrow go to the 'Cat and Whistle,' and visit his lady-love.

Since the night when he sat there with Norah Geraghty on his knee, now nearly a fortnight since, he had spent but little of his time there.

He had, indeed, gone there once or twice with his friend Scatterall, but had contrived to avoid any confidential intercourse with either the landlady or the barmaid, alleging, as an excuse for his extra-ordinary absence, that his time was wholly occupied by the demands made on it by the editor of the _Daily Delight_.