At twenty she was still as coy,
Her heart was like Diana's.
The future held for me no joy,
Save smoking choice Havanas.
At last my perseverance woke
A sweet responsive passion,
And of her love for me she spoke
In woman's wordless fashion.
I told her, when her speech was done,
The task would be above her
To make a happy man of one
Who long had ceased to love her.
Lillie put on an innocently analytical frown. "I think you behaved very badly," she exclaimed. "You might have waited a little longer."
"Do you think so? Then I will go and leave you to your labors," said Lord Silverdale with his wonted irrelevancy.
Lillie sat for a long time with pen in hand, thinking without writing. As a change from writing without thinking this was perhaps a relief.
Rejected Addresses.
"A penny for your thoughts," said the millionaire, stealing in upon her reflections.
Lillie started.