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Updated: June 29, 2025
"Now I don't mind telling you, Fyffe, that I've a little bit of a tendresse in that direction, and, between ourselves, I'm not at all sure that it isn't returned. Miss Rossano is convinced that this is a service of especial and particular danger.
A man may have a cause and may set it above everything in the world, but a woman sees an individual her father her lover her brother her husband a baby any solitary human trifle and to her the one individual is more valuable than any ideal. You will do as I wish, Fyffe?" "No!" I answered. "I am pledged, and I will carry out my promise.
It was so wise, so friendly, so childlike, so gay, so unlike the dull and dreadful aspect his face had worn when I had first known it that it affected me strongly, "My dear Fyffe," he said, reaching his friendly hand out towards me once more, "why should we talk about money? If you can put Brunow out of your mind I can put money out of mine.
I despatched that letter by Hinge, with instructions to await an answer. In half an hour the answer came, and for the time being left me more puzzled and troubled than ever: "Lady Rollinson acknowledges the receipt of Captain Fyffe's letter, and begs to say that on the two occasions referred to by Captain Fyffe her instructions were accurately obeyed by her servant." That was all.
"Thank you, Captain Fyffe," she said. "My father is here?" "You are my daughter?" said the count. She bent and kissed him on the forehead gravely, and with perfect self-possession. An onlooker, who had known nothing of the story, would have guessed little from their meeting. They had a carriage in waiting, and Miss Rossano led the count towards it. "You will join us at the Lord Warden?" she said.
"You may understand that definitely," said her ladyship. It was all very disagreeable, but at least there was one ray of comfort in the middle of it. "Violet knows my address," I said, "and she is certain to write to me." "I might have something to thank you for there, Captain Fyffe," said the old lady, with an almost comical increase of dignity, "if I had not already taken my precautions.
Miss Pleyel's father was a tradesman, an Austrian Jew, rich, vulgar, and ostentatious." "Rich, certainly," the baroness responded. "I can congratulate you on one point, Captain Fyffe; you have not yet, so far as I can learn, suffered sentiment to blind you to the charms of wealth." I passed the sneer. When a man is resolutely bent upon a journey he does not stop to fight the flies that tease him.
"I know all about it!" cried Lady Rollinson, with an indignant movement of her fan. "You tried to bully the poor thing into silence. You may save yourself any further trouble, Captain Fyffe. My mind is made up, and I shall do what I have decided to do.
He seemed unconscious of her presence or of ours. "You were saying, dear " she said, and there halted. He looked up with an undecided half-return to his former brightness. "I was saying " he began, and then stopped, as if searching in his own mind for the clew to what had passed a moment earlier. "You were thanking Captain Fyffe and Mr. Brunow."
C.A. Fyffe, told the writer that when travelling in Alsace in 1871 the inhabitants of that province, so essentially German in race, were passionately attached to France, and more than once he heard a peasant exclaim, unable even to express himself in French: "Nimmer will ich Deutsch sein."
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