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"Good God! my dear Fyffe, how should there be rancor in my mind to you." He held out his hand, and I shook it heartily. The truest and easiest way of getting to like a man is to do him a service; that makes you wish him well forever afterwards. I should have honored and esteemed the Count Rossano if he had not been his daughter's father.
"For God's sake, Fyffe," he broke out, "let me go! I'll promise anything, do anything. I've I've always been an honorable man till now, and I I can't stand it any longer. If you've got any pity in you, let me go!" I was as much ashamed as he was, though, I hope, in another way, and I was eager to cut short the conference. For all that, I had a duty to discharge.
As it was, I had an affection for him which it would not be easy for me to overstate. "I have so few friends," said the count, when our reconciliation was complete, "and I am so much in need of advice, that I venture to trouble you, my dear Fyffe, in a matter of great delicacy."
But first, my dear Fyffe, give me your hand, and let me offer you my felicitations." I took the hand he offered and held it a moment, hardly realizing where I stood. "Your suit is accepted; and if you will do us the honor to dine with us this evening, I am charged by Lady Rollinson to say that she will be charmed to meet you at her table.
The other seven, General McGroierty, Colonels White, Fyffe, Loudon and Marshall, Majors King and Bailey, were all residents of Georgetown when the war broke out, and all of them, who were alive at the close, returned there. Major Bailey was the cadet who had preceded me at West Point. He was killed in West Virginia, in his first engagement.
"Do you know, my good Captain Fyffe," said the little woman, toying idly with the vinaigrette and sniffing at its contents now and then, "you have a manner which is abominably resolute. You are speaking to me as if you were a rustic juge d'instruction, and I a prisoner in the dock." "I beg your pardon, baroness; I was conscious of no such manner.
There is nobody to lend her a helping hand, nobody to believe in her wish to lead a better life but only poor little me. And of what avail is my belief in her, of what avail is my wish to lift her from the mire if you should go from me and trumpet her past abroad. I knew her, Captain Fyffe, when she was richer and happier than she is now, when she was received by society in St.
"Should I not be happy, Fyffe?" asked the count, turning to me with tears in his eyes. "No, no, dearest, you will wait in England. I shall leave you in safety, for I will take nothing with me no, not a thought, if I can help it, which would make me a coward for Italy." "I can give you up when the time comes," she repeated, simply, "but not now. I will not ask you to take me into any danger.
I trust that I have always been on the right side. I know that, except in one case, I have always been on the weaker side; but until my marriage I was what is generally called a soldier of fortune. I am known to this day as Captain Fyffe, though I never held her most sacred Majesty's commission.
Talleyrand's Memoirs, Mémoires de Chateaubriand; Lacretelle, Capefigue, Alison; Biographie Universelle, Mémoires de Louis XVIII., Fyffe, Mackenzie's History of the Nineteenth Century, all are interesting, and worthy of perusal.
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