He would never be anything else.

But Molly did not realise this, and she was still too young herself to have appreciated the gift of perpetual youth had she been aware of its existence.
"That's right!" said Charlie cheerily.

"And perhaps"-- he spoke cautiously, with a half-deprecatory glance at her bright face--"perhaps--in time, you know--you will be able to forgive me for something else as well." "I think the less we say about that the better," remarked Molly, tilting her chin a little.
"All right!" said Charlie equably.

"Only, you know"-- his voice was suddenly grave--"I was--and am--in earnest." Molly laughed.
"So far as in you lies, I suppose ?" she said indifferently.

"I wonder if you ever really did anything worth doing in your life, Mr.Cleveland." "I wish you would call me Charlie!" he said impulsively.