"But first I must remove my mask," he said, in a strangely familiar voice; and lifting it off, Mollie saw smiling down upon her the most beautiful face ever mortal were, familiar as the voice, yet leaving her equally unable to place it.
It may seem a little thing, but little things weigh with young ladies in their seventeenth year, and this dream turned the scale.

Mollie thought about it a great deal that morning as she made her toilet.
"I wonder if he is so very handsome?
I like handsome men," mused Mollie.
"He told me he was, and I know he must be, if he ever was a flirter of mine.

Mr.Sardonyx is the plainest man I ever let make love to me, and even he was not absolutely plain.

I shouldn't wonder if my captor were he, or else Doctor Oleander.

Oh, why--why--why can't I recognize that voice ?" That day wore on, long, drearily, endlessly, it seemed to poor Mollie.
Its dull course was broken, as usual, by Sarah fetching the daily meals; and it ended, and night came, and still Mollie had not spoken.
Another day dawned, and its dawning brought the climax.