The Young Lovers.—The Gallant of a Hundred Years Since.—Hopes and Fears.—The Dream of a True Heart.
It was several moments before Ada or Albert Seyton could speak from excess of joyful emotion, and it was then the drawling, affected voice of the beau that recalled them to a consciousness of where they were, and that some one besides themselves was in the world.
“’Pon honour—really—damme!” cried Ada’s persecutor. “This is extraordinary.”
“Sir,” said Albert Seyton.
“Well, sir,” said the beau.
“I thought you spoke to me.”
“’Pon honour no; I wouldn’t condescend on any account. Oh, no, ’pon honour.”
“I have no desire for your conversation,” said Albert, turning his back to him.
“My dear, my charming, delicious damsel,” sais the beau, smiling at Ada.
“Do you know, sir,” said Albert rising, “that it is a high crime to commit an assault in the Park?”