An Elderly Suitor.
“Gratitude, eh?” said Lord Carboro’ suddenly.
“Yes, my lord,” said the MC, who was perspiring profusely.
“Deuced dangerous thing, Denville. Are you sure?”
“My lord, I have my child’s word, and that is sacred.”
“Hah!” ejaculated Lord Carboro’, “you are right. Bless her! she is as sweet and true as she is beautiful. She stands alone here in her youthful dignity. Damme, Denville, I always look upon her as some beautiful Greek goddess, and I would have sooner gone to her funeral than seen that roué Rockley win her. I would, damme.”
“My lord, so would I,” said Denville huskily.
“And you would sooner go to her funeral than see her my wife, eh?” said the old beau abruptly.
“My lord, I did not say so.”
“Nor think it?”