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us helped, in some degree, to restore me to myself. I was able at last to satisfy Major Fitz-David that his considerate and courteous explanation had not been thrown away upon me. "I thank you, most sincerely, Major," I said "You have convinced me that I must not ask you to forget, on my account, the promise which you have given to my husband. It is a sacred promise, which I too am bound to respect--I quite understand that." The Major drew a long breath of relief, and patted me on the shoulder in high approval of what I had said to him. "Admirably expressed!" he rejoined, recovering his light-hearted looks and his lover-like ways all in a moment. "My dear lady, you have the gift of sympathy; you see exactly how I am situated. Do you know, you remind me of my charming Lady Clarinda. _She_ has the gift of sympathy, and sees exactly how I am situated. I should so enjoy introducing you to each other," said the Major, plunging his long nose ecstatically into Lady Clarinda's flowers. I had my end still to gain; and, being (as you will have discovered by this time) the most obstinate of living women, I still kept that end in view. "I shall be delighted to meet Lady Clarinda," I replied. "In the meantime--" "I will get up a little dinner," proceeded the Major, with a burst of enthusiasm. "You and I and Lady Clarinda. Our young prima donna shall come in the evening, and sing to us. Suppose we draw out the _menu?_ My sweet friend, what is your favorite autumn soup?" "In the meantime," I persisted, "to return to what we were speaking of just now--" The Major's smile vanished; the Major's hand dropped the pen destined to immortalize the name of my favorite autumn soup. "_Must_ we return to that?" he asked, piteously. "Only for a moment," I said. "You remind me," pursued Major Fitz-David, shaking his head sadly, "of another charming friend of mine--a French friend--Madame Mirliflore. You are a person of prodigious tenacity of purpose. Madame Mirliflore is a person of prodigious tenacity of purpose. She happens to be in London. Shall we have her at our little dinner?" The Major brightened at the idea, and took up the pen again. "Do tell me," he said, "what _is_ your favorite autumn soup?" "Pardon me," I began, "we were speaking just now--" "Oh, dear me!" cried Major Fitz-David. "Is this the other subject?" "Yes--this is the other subject." The Major put down his pen for the second time, and regretfu
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