To cap the climax, Dr.Oleander suddenly appeared upon the scene and glowered under bent black brows at coquettish Mollie.
"The idea of being civil to anything so commonplace as a mere doctor," Miss Dane said to her guardian, when taken to task for the airs she assumed, "when Welsh baronets are ready to go down on their knees and worship the ground I walk on! If he doesn't like the way he is treated, he knows the way back to New York.

I never sent for him to come here." Sir Roger's devotion was inexpressible.

No wonder Mollie was dazzled.
The city was on the _qui vive_.

The piquant little New York beauty, whom the men adored and the women abused, had caught the golden prize.

Would he really ask her to become Lady Trajenna, or would the glamour wear off and leave the saucy little flirt stranded high and dry?
The last night of Mr.Walraven's stay in Washington settled that question.