By dint of that valuable coarseness, Mr.Harley, discovering that he could trust his eyes,--he at one time doubted those visual organs,--recovered such strength, not to say composure, that he ordered up a quart of burgundy and drank it by the goblet.

Under this wise treatment, and with the reassuring shares in his clutch, Mr.Harley became a new man.
The first evidence of this newness given to the world was when at eight o'clock Mr.Harley, faultlessly caparisoned and in full evening dress, descended upon Mrs.Hanway-Harley and Dorothy.

The ladies were together in the back drawing-room as the restored Mr.Harley, with brow of Jove and warlike eye, strode into their startled midst.

Establishing himself in mighty state before the fireplace, rear to the blaze, he gazed with fondness, but as though from towering altitudes, on Dorothy.
"Come and kiss me, child!" said Mr.Harley.
Dorothy obeyed without daring to guess the cause of this abrupt affection.
"You act strangely, Mr.Harley!" commented Mrs.Hanway-Harley, with a tinge of severity.

"I hope you will compose yourself.