"As you please, my beautiful Mollie. Only don't keep me waiting too long, and let your answer be 'yes' when it comes."
Miss Dane partook of supper with a very good appetite, accepted Mr. Ingelow for a waltz and Dr. Oleander for a quadrille, smiled sweetly and graciously upon both, and took Sir Roger's arm, at the close of the ball, for the carriage.
"Well, Miss Dane—Mollie!" the baronet said, eagerly, "have you decided? What is it to be—yes or no?"
And Mollie looked up in his face with those starry, azure eyes, and that bewildering smile, and answered sweetly:
"Yes!"
CHAPTER V.
MOLLIE'S MISCHIEF.
Miss Dane returned to New York "engaged," and with the fact known to none save herself and the enraptured Welshman.
"There is no need to be in a hurry," the young lady said to her elderly adorer; "and I want to be safely at home before I overwhelm them with the news. There is always such fussing and talking made over engagements, and an engagement is dreadfully humdrum and doweryish anyhow."