Ah, not your rank, your wealth command!
These idle baubles, lady, keep.
Give me alone this lily hand!"
"I will," she said. (The dinner gong
That moment sounded.) "Haste away;
But meet me in the social throng
To-morrow—that is, Saturday."
That self-same hour—the clock struck eight—
In Holloway began to muse
The charming and the gifted Kate