"Oh, my love, my love is young!"
"At any rate," she said, as they prepared to retire, "I am thankful that the sittings are at an end. Phyllis was getting her head turned. She is looking shockingly unwell, moreover, and I shall persuade her to accept the Devonshires' invitation for next month."
CHAPTER XVI. A WEDDING.
A human heart should beat for two,
Whate'er may say your single scorners;
And all the hearths I ever knew