My Lady Trajenna! Detestable little minx! I should like to poison her!" Miss Dane carried on her flirtations, despite her engagement, with her three more youthful admirers.
Now and then Sir Roger, looking on with doting, but disapproving eyes, ventured on a feeble remonstrance.
"It is unfair to yourself and unfair to me, my darling," he said.

"Every smile you bestow upon them is a stab to me.

Do let me speak to Mr.
Walraven, and end it at once." But still Mollie refused to consent.
"No, no, Sir Roger; let me have my own way a little longer.

There is no need of your being jealous.

I don't care a straw for the three of them.
Only it is such fun.