“Nevermind。Iwasyoungthen，andIkissedthem。IwonderedhowIcouldmakethemostofmytrouvaille，anddecidedthatIwouldcallatyourhotelwiththemthatafternoon。Itrained，andI
waitedtillnextday。Icalled，andyouweregone。”
“Yes。”answeredshe，withdrymelancholy。“Mymother，knowingmydisposition，saidshehadnowishforsuchachitasmetogofallinginlovewithanimpecuniousstudent，andspiritedmeawaytoBaden。AsitisalloverandpastI’lltellyouonething：I
shouldhavesentyoualinepassingwarmhadIknownyourname。
ThatnameIneverknewtillmymaidsaid，asyoupassedupthehotelstairsamonthago，’There’sDr。Fitzpiers。’“