It would have been sweet to die for you, but it is so much sweeter to _live_ for you, dearest!" she said, lifting up a face in which rosy blushes, radiant smiles, and beaming eyes were blended in dazzling beauty.
"Oh! angel of my destiny, what can I render you for all the blessings you have brought me ?" exclaimed her lover, clasping her to his bosom in a close embrace.
"Your love--your love! which will crown me a queen among women!" she whispered, softly.
The morning succeeding this scene, Lord Arondelle called and asked for a private interview with Sir Lemuel Levison.
He was invited up into the library, where he found the banker alone among his books.
"Good morning, Arondelle.

Glad to see you.

Take this chair," said the old gentleman, rising, shaking hands with his visitor, and placing a seat for him.
The young marquis returned the hearty shake of the banker's hand, and took the offered chair.
"Now, I suppose that you have come to tell me that you have taken up the girl I flung at your head about a month ago ?" said the banker, rubbing his hands.
"No, nothing of the sort," replied the young marquis, effectually declining to understand the jest of his host.

"I do not remember that you ever flung any girl at my head.

I came, Sir Lemuel, to tell you that I am so happy as to have won Miss Levison's consent to be my wife, if we have your approbation," he added, with a bow.
"Humph! It amounts to about the same thing.