'How happy is youth!' exclaimed Arwed, sighing.
'Honorable age has also its pleasures and enjoyments,' said Georgina, placing her hand in his.
'When it wanders arm in arm with the chosen companion of its youth,' answered Arwed with emotion. 'But when it is compelled to creep alone to a solitary grave, then are honors and riches a miserable compensation for a life without an object.'
'Arwed!' exclaimed Georgina in the sweet tone of former times.
'Wilt thou be mine?' cried Arwed, passionately.
'Thine, eternally!' murmured she, while a faint blush threw the glow of undying youth over her cheeks, and she sank sobbing upon his bosom.
FOOTNOTE:
[Footnote 1]: A French word, signifying assassin.