You will be my darling, my idol.
I love you passionately. Say not, then, I am too old."
"I don't," said Mollie--"I don't mind your age in the least. I rather
dislike young men; I've had such a surfeit of them."
"Then I may hope?" breathlessly.
"Oh, yes, Sir Roger, you may hope. I am not in love with anybody else
that I know of."
"And you will be my wife?"
"Ah, that's another thing! I don't seem to care about being married,
somehow. You must give me time, Sir Roger. Come, let us go in to supper.
I will tell you by and by."
"As you please, my beautiful Mollie. Only don't keep me waiting too
long, and let your answer be 'yes' when it comes."
Miss Dane partook of supper with a very good appetite, accepted Mr.
Ingelow for a waltz and Dr. Oleander for a quadrille, smiled sweetly and
graciously upon both, and took Sir Roger's arm, at the close of the
ball, for the carriage.
"Well, Miss Dane--Mollie!" the baronet said, eagerly, "have you decided?
What is it to be--yes or no?"
And Mollie looked up in his face with those starry, azure eyes, and that
bewildering smile, and answered sweetly:
"Yes!"
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