"My precious Mollie, your husband!"
"But who are you?"
"One of your rejected suitors."
"But which of them?—there were so many."
"The one who loved you best."
"Pshaw! I don't want trifling! What is your name?"
"Ernest."
"I never had a lover of that name," said Mollie, decidedly. "You are only mocking me. Are you—are you—Hugh Ingelow?"
Her voice shook a little. The man by her side noted it, and burst into a derisive laugh.
"You are not Hugh Ingelow!" Mollie cried in a voice of sharp, sudden pain—"you are not!"