Sir Charles grew warmer, and at last elicited from her a timid but tender avowal, that made him supremely happy.
When he left her this brief ecstasy was succeeded by regrets on account of the years he had wasted in follies and intrigues.
He smoked five cigars, and pondered the difference between the pure creature who now honored him with her virgin affections and beauties of a different character who had played their parts in his luxurious life.
After profound deliberation he sent for his solicitor.

They lighted the inevitable cigars, and the following observations struggled feebly out along with the smoke.
"Mr.Oldfield, I'm going to be married." "Glad to hear it, Sir Charles." (Vision of settlements.) "It is a high time you were." (Puff-puff.) "Want your advice and assistance first." "Certainly." "Must put down my pony-carriage now, you know." "A very proper retrenchment; but you can do that without my assistance." "There would be sure to be a row if I did.

I dare say there will be as it is.

At any rate, I want to do the thing like a gentleman." "Send 'em to Tattersall's." (Puff.) "And the girl that drives them in the park, and draws all the duchesses and countesses at her tail--am I to send her to Tattersall's ?" (Puff.) "Oh, it is _her_ you want to put down, then ?" "Why, of course.".