My poor old mother will almost break her heart: but it is for Mollie's good, and all selfish considerations must give way.

You are aware, Sir Roger, she has no dower ?" "She needs none," Sir Roger said, proudly.

"My fortune is princely; her settlements shall be as ample as though she were heiress to millions.

I believe there is nothing more, Mr.Walraven, and so let us rejoin the ladies." The news spread like wildfire--the avenue was electrified.

Mollie Dane--little, coquettish Mollie Dane--sprung from nobody knew where, to carry off the great Welsh baronet, in spite of them all.