Promise me that you will not disobey the injunctions of her whose memory we must both of us ever revere.

Promise me." "If in my power--certainly.

But, what is it! What _did_ you promise ?" "To offer you my heart, my hand, my life," replied Kneebone, falling at her feet.
"Sir!" exclaimed Winifred, rising.
"Inequality of rank can be no bar to _our_ union," continued Kneebone.
"Heaven be praised, _I_ am not the son of a nobleman." In spite of her displeasure, Winifred could not help smiling at the absurdity of this address.

Taking this for encouragement, her suitor proceeded still more extravagantly.

Seizing her hand he covered it with kisses.
"Adorable girl!" he cried, in the most impassioned tone, and with the most impassioned look he could command.