eet, there was but one sentiment,--that Dunn was a fine fellow,
and his enemies downright scoundrels. If a few of nicer taste and more
correct feeling were not exactly pleased with his speech, they wisely
kept their opinions to themselves, and let "the Ayes have it," who
pronounced it to be manly, above-board, modest, and so forth.

Throughout the entire evening Mr. Hankes was everywhere, personally
or through his agents; his care was to collect public sentiment, to
ascertain what popular opinion thought of the whole events of the
morning, and to promote, so far as he could with safety, the flattering
estimate already formed of his chief. Scarcely half an hour elapsed
without Dunn's receiving from his indefatigable lieutenant some small
scrap of paper, with a few words hastily scrawled in this fashion:--

"Rice and Walsh's, Nine o'clock.--Company in the coffee-room
enthusiastic; talk of a public dinner; some propose portrait in
town-hall."

"A quarter to Ten, Judy's, Rose Inn Street.--Comic song, with a
chorus:--

"'If for gold ye run,
Says the Shan van Voght;
If for gold ye run,
I'll send for Davy Dunn,
He's the boy to show ye fun,
Says the Shan van Voght!'"

"Eleven o'clock, High Street.--Met the Dean, who says, 'D. D. is an
honor to us; we are all proud of him.' The county your own when you want
it."

"Twelve o'clock.--If any one should venture to ask for gold to-morrow,
he will be torn to pieces by the mob."

Assuredly it was a triumph; and every time that the wild cheers from
the crowds in the street broke in upon the converse in the drawing-room,
Lady Augusta's eyes would sparkle as she said, "I don't wonder at your
feeling proud of it all!"

And he _did_ feel proud of it. Strange as it may seem, he was as proud
as though the popularity had been earned by the noblest actions and the
most generous devotion. We are not going to say why or wherefore this.
And now for a season we take our leave of him to follow the fortunes
of some others whose fate we seem to have forgotten. We have the less
scruple for deserting Davenport Dunn at this moment, that we leave him
happy, prospering, and in good company.

CHAPTER III. A NOTE FROM DAVIS

Am I asking too much of my esteemed reader, if I beg of him to remember
where and how I last left the Honorable Annesley Beecher? for it is to
that hopeful individual and his fortunes I am now about to return.

If it be w