"Oldest fools!" put in Darrell. "If Mark Antony made such a goose of himself for that painted harridan Cleopatra, what would he have done for a blooming Juliet! Youth and high spirit! Alas! why are these to be unsuitable companions for us, as we reach that climax in time and sorrow --when to the one we are grown the most indulgent, and of the other have the most need? Alban, that girl, if her heart were really won--her wild nature wisely mastered, gently guided--would make a true, prudent, loving, admirable wife--" "Heavens!" cried Alban Morley. "To such a husband," pursued Darrell, unheeding the ejaculation, "as-- Lionel Haughton. What say you?" "Lionel--oh, I have no objection at all to that; but he's too young yet to think of marriage--a mere boy. Besides, if you yourself marry, Lionel could scarcely aspire to a girl of Miss Vyvyan's birth and fortune." "Ho, not aspire! That boy at least shall not have to woo in vain from the want of fortune. The day I marry--if ever that day come--I settle on Lionel Haughton and his heirs five thousand a-year; and if, with gentle blood, youth, good looks, and a heart of gold, that fortune does not allow him to aspire to any girl whose hand he covets, I can double it, and still be rich enough to buy a superior companion in Honoria Vipont--" MORLEY.--"Don't say buy--" DARRELL.--" Ay, and still be young enough to catch a butterfly in Lady Adela--still be bold enough to chain a panther in Flora Vyvyan. Let the world know--your world in each nook of its gaudy auction-mart--that Lione: Haughton is no pauper cousin--no penniless fortune-hunter. I wish that world to be kind to him while he is yet young, and can enjoy it. Ah, Morley, Pleasure, like Punishment, hobbles after us, /pede claudo/. What would have delighted us yesterday does not catch us up till to-morrow, and yesterday's pleasure is not the morrow's. A pennyworth of sugar-plums would have made our eyes sparkle when we were scrawling pot- hooks at a preparatory school, but no one gave us sugar-plums then. Now every day at dessert France heaps before us her daintiest sugar-plums in gilt /bonbonnieres/. Do you ever covet them? I never do. Let Lionel have his sugar-plums in time. And as we talk, there he comes. Lionel, how are you?" "I resign you to Lionel's charge now," said the Colonel, glancing at his watch. "I have an engagement--trouble some. Two silly friends of mine have been quarrelling--high words--in an age when duels are out of the question. I have promised to meet another man, and draw up the form for a mutual apology. High words are so stupid nowadays. No option but to swallow them up again if they were as high as steeples. Adieu for the present. We meet to-night at Lady Dulcett's concert?" "Yes," said Darrell. "I promised Miss Vyvyan to be there, and keep her from disturbing the congregation. You Lionel, will come with me."