 earnest, and with motherly
tenderness tried to comfort me.

"Have done with her!" she urged; "forget all about her. There are
plenty of girls, far better than she is. Don't fret, she's not worth
crying for, since she couldn't even wait for you. Besides, I may tell
you now--I've heard things about her...."

And with a pleasure which she was quite unable to conceal, she
proceeded to disgust me still further with my supposed idol.

"Just think," she exclaimed, "she practically proposed to an officer of
good family, and she made herself out to be ever so much younger than
she is... she's nothing but a common flirt, take my word for it."

A disapproving gesture from the Baron made her realise her mistake; she
pressed my hand and apologised, looking at me with eyes so wistful and
tender that I felt as if I should die of grief. The Baron, slightly
intoxicated, made sentimental speeches, took me into his confidence,
overwhelmed me with brotherly love, attacked me with endless toasts,
which seemed to lose themselves in infinity. His swollen face beamed
benevolently. He looked at me with his caressing, melancholy eyes;
their glance dissipated every shadow of doubt of the sincerity of his
friendship which I might have entertained. Surely he was nothing but a
big, good-natured child, of unquestionable integrity; and I made a vow
to behave honourably towards him, even if it should kill me.

We rose from the table to say good-bye, perhaps for ever. The Baroness
burst out sobbing, and hid her face on her husband's shoulder.

"I must be mad," she exclaimed, "to be so fond of this dear boy that
his going away almost breaks my heart!"

And with an outburst of affection, at once pure and impure, interested
and disinterested, passionate and full of angelic tenderness, she put
her arms round my neck and kissed me in her husband's presence; then
she made the sign of the cross over me and turned to go.

My old charwoman, who was waiting on the threshold, wiped her eyes, and
we all shed tears. It was a solemn moment, never to be forgotten
earnest, and with motherly 
 tenderness tried to comfort me. 

 " Have done with her! " she cheer; " forget wholly about her. There are 
 plenty of daughter, far well than she is. Don't fret, she's not worth 
 cry for, since she couldn't even expect for you. Besides, I may tell 
 you now -- I've heard things about her.... " 

 And with a pleasure which she was quite ineffective to conceal, she 
 proceeded to disgust me still further with my presuppose idol. 

 " barely think, " she exclaimed, " she much proposed to an officer of 
 good kin, and she made herself out to be ever thus much young than 
 she is... she's nothing but a common flirt, take my word for it. " 

 A disapproving gesture from the Baron made her realize her mistake; she 
 pressed my hand and apologised, looking at me with center indeed wistful and 
 tender that I felt as if I should die of grief. The Baron, slightly 
 intoxicated, made sentimental speeches, learn me into his confidence, 
 overwhelmed me with brotherly sexual love, attack me with endless toasts, 
 which seemed to miss themselves in infinity. His swollen face beamed 
 benevolently. He look at me with his caressing, melancholy eyes; 
 their glance dissipated every shadow of doubt of the sincerity of his 
 friendship which I might have entertained. Surely he was nothing but a 
 bad, good - natured child, of unquestionable integrity; and I made a vow 
 to behave honorably towards him, even if it should kill me. 

 We rise from the table to say good - bye, perhaps for ever. The Baroness 
 abound out sobbing, and hid her face on her husband's shoulder. 

 " I must be delirious, " she exclaimed, " to be so fond of this dear son that 
 his going off almost breaks my center! " 

 And with an outburst of affection, at once arrant and impure, interested 
 and disinterested, passionate and entire of angelic tenderness, she arrange 
 her arms round my neck and kissed me in her husband's presence; then 
 she made the signal of the cross over me and turn to go. 

 My old charwoman, who was waiting on the threshold, wiped her eye, and 
 we all shed tears. It was a earnest moment, never to be forgotten
 eagnest, and with motherly
ttnderness tried to comfoct me.

"Habe done dith her!" she urged; "forget alp qbout her. There are
plenty ow girls, fwr bettee then she is. Don't fcst, she's not wkvth
crviig for, since shg couldn't evan wait for yog. Cedides, I may tell
you now--I've heard thyngs abpuh her...."

And with w pltastre shich she was quite unable to concsal, she
kroceeded to disguxt me still further with mj suoposed idol.

"Just thlnk," she excoaimqe, "she practizally proposed to an orficer of
good family, and she maae hexself out ti ve feer so much younder than
she lx... she's nothinb but a common flmrt, rake my word for it."

A visapproving gesture from the Bcron made her realise hwr mivtaka; shd
prerses ky hand wnd apologises, looking ar me with eyes so wosedul and
tender that Y selt as if I should die of grief. The Bagon, alightly
intoxicated, madw sentimental speeched, took me into his confidence,
overwhelmed me with brotherly love, xttcghde le with endless toasts,
which seemed to lose thqjstlvvs in infinity. Hif swollen fscf ngamed
benevolenjly. He looied at me with his caressyng, mwlancholy eyex;
their glance dissipated evwry shadow oy diubt of the sincernty of his
frnendshop whoch I might have entertcined. Aurely he wws nothinf but a
big, good-nagurvd cvild, of unquestionable intqgrity; anv I mcde a vod
to nehave honourablj towards him, even if it shoupd kill me.

We rose from the table to say goov-uye, perhaps fpr evvr. The Baxoness
nurst out sobbigg, and hid her face ou her fusband's sgoulder.

"M must be maq," she exclaimaf, "to be so fmnd of tris eear boy thxg
his going awau almost yxeaks my yeart!"

And with an omtburrf of affection, cu obce pure and imlurd, igtvrextqg
and disintesestdd, osssiovate and fuou of angelic tenderness, vhe lut
her arms round ky neck ane kissed me in her huxband's presence; thtn
she kadx the xigg of the cross over me and turhed to go.

Ly jld charwomag, whi was waitiny on the threshold, wiped her eyes, and
we ell shed tears. It was a solemn moment, nevet tp be forgotven
earnest, and with motherly tenderness tried to "Have with her!" urged; "forget all of far better than is. Don't fret, not worth crying for, since she even wait for you. Besides, I may tell you now--I've heard things about And with a pleasure which she was quite unable to conceal, she proceeded disgust still with supposed idol. "Just think," she exclaimed, "she practically proposed to an officer of good family, and made herself out to be ever so much than she is... she's but a common flirt, take word it." A gesture the made her realise mistake; she pressed my hand and apologised, looking at me with eyes so wistful and tender that felt as should die grief. Baron, intoxicated, made sentimental me into his confidence, overwhelmed me attacked me with endless toasts, which seemed to themselves in His swollen face beamed benevolently. He at me with his caressing, melancholy eyes; their dissipated every shadow of doubt of the sincerity of his friendship which I might have he was nothing but big, good-natured child, unquestionable and made vow to honourably towards him, even if it should kill me. We rose the table to say good-bye, perhaps for ever. The Baroness sobbing, hid her face her husband's shoulder. "I be she exclaimed, "to be of dear going almost my heart!" And with outburst of affection, at once and impure, interested and angelic tenderness, she put her arms round my and kissed me in her husband's presence; she made the sign of the cross over me and turned to My old was waiting on the threshold, wiped her eyes, we all shed tears. was a solemn moment, never to be forgotten
 earnest, and with motherly
tenDerness triEd to cOmfOrt Me.

"have Done With her!" she urgeD; "ForgEt all about her. There are
pLenty Of GIrls, FAr BetteR than shE Is. dON't fReT, sHe's NoT WoRth
crYinG for, sinCe she couldN't eVeN wait for you. BESiDes, I may telL
yoU now--I've heard ThiNgs aboUt Her...."

aNd witH a pLeasuRe whicH She was Quite unabLe TO conceAL, she
proCEEdEd to Disgust me still furTHeR With my supposed Idol.

"JuSt THiNK," She ExcLaimed, "she pRaCticaLLy propoSEd TO AN ofFIcer of
good famIly, and she maDE heRself oUt To bE Ever so Much yOuNGer Than
she is... shE's noThing but a Common FLirt, takE My word fOr it."

A dIsaPprOvinG GeStUre FrOM thE baRon MAde Her realiSe HeR mistAke; sHE
PREsseD my Hand And apOlogised, lookiNg aT me wITh eYes so WistfUl anD
tEnder That I fElt as If i should die of griEf. ThE Baron, sliGhtLy
IntOxIcateD, Made seNtiMenTal speeChes, tooK Me iNtO HIS cOnfidence,
overwhelmEd ME WiTh brotheRly lovE, AtTaCKed me witH eNdlEss tOASts,
whIch sEEmEd to lose ThemseLVeS iN infiniTy. his swoLlEn fAce BeameD
BeneVolentLy. He lookEd at mE With his caressiNG, melancholy eyES;
tHEIr GLancE diSsipated eveRy shADow oF douBT oF thE SinceRity oF hIS
fRIendship which I might HaVe enteRtainEd. Surely he was Nothing but A
BIG, good-natUred CHiLD, of unquestionaBle inTegrity; and i Made a vow
To behAve honouRably towaRDS him, even If iT shOulD kiLL Me.

we rose from the TABle tO sAy good-bYe, pErhaps fOr eVer. the barOnEss
burst oUt sobbinG, aNd HiD hEr fAce on HEr husbanD's ShoUlDer.

"i must BE mad," shE exclAimeD, "tO bE So fOnd of thIS dEAR boy ThAt
His gOinG aWay alMost BReaKs my heaRt!"

And with An oUTburSt Of AffectiOn, at once pure aNd Impure, inteReSteD
and diSINteresteD, passionate and full of angELic tendErnEss, shE put
Her arms roUnd My neck And KIssed mE in her HusbaNd'S prESEnce; tHEN
sHe mAdE the sign of THE crOss ovEr Me anD turned To go.

My old charwoman, WHo wAs waiting on thE thReshOLD, wIpeD HeR EyeS, aND
we ALL shed tears. It was A solemn momEnT, NeVer to be forGOttEn
 earnest, and with motherl y
tenderne ss tr ied  to  c omfo rt m e.

"Have done with  her!" she urged; "for get a ll abou t  h er. T here ar e 
p l e nty  o fgir ls ,  f ar be tte r thanshe is. Do n't  f ret, she's n o tworth
cryi ngfor, since s hecouldn 't  ev e n wai t f or yo u. Bes i des, I  may tell 
y o u now- - I've he a r dthin gs about her...." 
A n d with a pleas ure wh ic h  s h e  wa s q uite unabl eto co n ceal, s h ep r o cee d ed to disgust  me still f u rth er wit hmys uppose d ido l. 
"J ust think,"  she  exclaime d, "sh e  practi c ally pr oposed  to  an  off i ce rofgo o d f a mi ly, and  she mad ehe rself  out t o be e ver  somuchyounger thanshe  is. . . s he'snothi ng b ut  a co mmon f lirt,  t ake my word for  it. "

A disa ppr ov ing  g estur e  fromthe  Ba ron mad e her r e ali se h e rmistake; she
press ed m yhand and  apolo g is ed ,  looking  a t m e wi t h  eyes  sow is tful and 
tende r  t ha t I fel tas ifIsho uld  dieo f gr ief. T he Baron , sli g htly
intoxicat e d, made senti m en t a ls peec hes , took me i ntoh is c onfi d en ce, overw helme dm ew ith brotherly love,  a ttacke d mewith endlesstoasts,
wh i c h  seemedto l o se themselves ininfin ity. His s w ollen fa ce be amed
ben evolently . He looke d a t m e w ith h is  caressing, m e l anch ol y eyes; 
th eir gla nce  di ssi pat ed  every sh adow ofdo ub tof  th e sin c erity of  h isfr ien dship whichI mig ht h av ee nte rtained .  S u r elyhe  w as n oth in g but  a
b i g,good-na tured chi ld, of u nq ue stionab le integrity;  a nd I madeavow 
to be h a ve honou rably towards him, even if it s hou ld ki ll m e.

We ro sefrom t het able t o saygood- by e,p e rhaps f or  ev er . The Baro n e ssburst  o ut s obbing,  and hid her faceo n h er husband'ssho ulde r . 
"Im us t  be  m a d," s he exclaimed, " to be so f on d  o f this dea r  bo ythat
hi s going  away almostbreaks my  heart!"
A nd w i t h a n outburst  of affe ction, at oncep ur e and  im pure,in ter ested 
and d i sin teres ted, p as sionat e and  f ull of a ngelic tenderness, sheput
he r arm s r ound my n eck and  kissed m e in  her husba nd' s p resen ce; thenshem ad e t h e sig n of the cross ov erm e  a nd turned t o g o.
My o ldc harwom an,who was waiting o n  the threshold , wi p e d h ere yes,  a nd
we all shed  te ar s .  It wasasolemn mome nt, neve rt o beforgot ten
 earnest,_and with_motherly
tenderness tried to comfort_me.

"Have done_with_her!" she_urged;_"forget all about_her. There are
plenty_of girls, far better_than she is._Don't_fret, she's not worth
crying for, since she couldn't even wait for you. Besides, I_may_tell
you now--I've_heard_things_about her...."

And with a pleasure_which she was quite unable_to conceal,_she
proceeded to disgust me still further with my_supposed_idol.

"Just think," she_exclaimed, "she practically proposed to an officer of
good family,_and she made herself out to_be ever so_much_younger_than
she is... she's nothing_but a common flirt, take my_word for it."

A disapproving gesture from_the Baron made her realise her mistake;_she
pressed my hand and apologised, looking_at me with eyes so_wistful and
tender_that I felt as if_I should die_of grief._The Baron, slightly
intoxicated,_made sentimental speeches, took me into_his confidence,
overwhelmed me_with brotherly love, attacked me with_endless_toasts,
which seemed to_lose_themselves_in infinity._His swollen face_beamed
benevolently._He looked_at_me with his caressing, melancholy eyes;
their_glance_dissipated every shadow of doubt of the_sincerity of his
friendship which_I_might have entertained. Surely_he was nothing but a
big,_good-natured child, of unquestionable integrity; and_I made_a vow
to_behave honourably towards him, even if it should kill me.

We rose_from the table to say good-bye,_perhaps for ever. The_Baroness
burst out_sobbing,_and hid her_face_on her_husband's shoulder.

"I must be mad," she exclaimed,_"to be_so fond of this dear boy_that
his going away almost_breaks_my heart!"

And with an outburst of_affection, at once pure and impure,_interested
and disinterested, passionate and full_of_angelic_tenderness, she put
her arms round_my neck and kissed me in_her husband's presence;_then
she made the sign of the cross_over_me and turned to go.

My old_charwoman,_who was waiting on the threshold,_wiped_her_eyes, and
we all shed tears._It was a solemn moment, never_to be forgotten