"When Mollie Dane gives her word, the laws of the Medes and--what's their names ?--are nothing to it.
Don't tease, Sir Roger.

When I promise a thing, it's as good as done." Mollie danced away to the piano, and held her infatuated baronet spell-bound until luncheon time.
At table Mr.and Mrs.Walraven met them, and immediately after the meal the baronet formally requested the pleasure of a private interview.
"Can he really be going to ask for Mollie ?" thought Mr.Walraven.

"Upon my word, if he is, this is quite a new role for me--playing the part of venerable parent, and that to a white-haired gentleman who numbers a round score more years than myself." He led the way to his study, followed by the baronet.

And Sir Roger came to the point at once, calmly, proudly, with grave dignity.
"The disparity of years is great, I know," he said.

"But if she is willing to overlook that objection, you surely may.