"Convinced of your own folly?"
"Yes."
"Then, there are hopes of a reformation. George, don't scowl in that way; you are not handsome at any time, and when you scowl, least of all."
"Mary, you must see him no more."
"Him? explain: I hate enigmas."
"Lord * * * * I insist upon it."
"Now, don't be absurd, pray! Why should I not see a man old enough to be my father?"
"But not too old to be your lover."
"The old story! What a queer creature you are! Why, who ever could suppose there was danger in a man of his age—he hasn't an unbleached hair on his head."
"Perhaps not; but a coronet hides that."