Pray, let me see the face of our modern Knight of Romance." Old Sally had hobbled from the room and they stood alone, half the width of the apartment between them.
"Hard words, my pretty one! You forget it was all for love of you.
I didn't want to see you the wife of an old dotard you didn't care a fillip for." "So, to mend matters, you've made me the wife of a scoundrel.

I must forever hate and despise--yourself." "Not so, Mollie! I mean you to be very fond of me one of these days.

I don't see why you shouldn't.

I'm young; I'm well off; I'm clever; I'm not bad-looking.

There's no reason why you shouldn't be very fond of me, indeed.