Sir Roger Trajenna, inspired by the music, the moonlight, and the charming little beauty beside him, there and then laid name, heart, and fortune at Miss Dane's fair feet.
There was a pause.

Even Mollie felt a little fluttered, now that the time had come.
"I know the disparity of years is great," the baronet said, quite trembling in his eagerness; "but my whole existence will be devoted to you; every pleasure wealth can purchase shall be yours; every wish that I can anticipate shall be anticipated.

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.