No; don't speak on impulse, dear Sir Roger.

Take a week or two, and think about it." She kissed her hand coquettishly to the two gentlemen, and tripped out of the room.
And there they sat, looking at each other, altogether bewildered and dazed, and altogether more infatuated about her than ever.
Society was electrified at finding Miss Dane back, and looked eagerly for the sequel to this little romance.

They got it from Mr.Walraven.
Mr.Walraven, bland as oil, told them his ward had received on her bridal night a summons to the bedside of a dying and very near relative.
Miss Dane, ever impulsive and eccentric, had gone.

She had remained with the dying relative for a fortnight, and merely for mischief--no need to tell them how mischievous his ward was--had kept the whole matter a secret.

It was very provoking, certainly, but was just like provoking Mollie Dane.
Mr.Walraven related this little fable smiling sweetly, and with excellent grace.