"Listen, Sir Tilton, two o'clock."
"Yes, fair queen of the revels, 'tis time I told you another story, my heart is aching for your sympathy," he said brokenly.
"You have my sympathy, Sir Tilton; nay, we must not linger," she added, on his turning into the dreamy light of an ideal little flirting room.
"I pray you to do so, Miss Vernon. I have something I must say to you," he said feverishly.
"Wait until time says now, Sir Tilton, for with the warning notes we have just heard in my ears, I should not be a good listener."
"You are tired of me, and want to give your sweetness to some other man," he said despairingly, yet fiercely.
"Carita! Carita! Sir Tilton," and pitying him she said, knowing just how he was feeling; "see there is one couple you have made happy to-night," as the little prospective bride of Lord Lisleville with her lover passed, with smiles to Sir Tilton.
"Fools' paradise, she belongs to Lord Lisleville; that wouldn't satisfy me."
"You are a spoiled boy, you want too much."
"I want you, my enchantress."