His letter of credit; probably that was it; and, observing the strangeness of the room he was in, his first concern on returning to consciousness would naturally relate to his letter of credit. It 163 invariably leads to trouble. I suppose I was a little idiotic—I don’t think we either of us mentioned the future, but it was arranged that I should go the next afternoon and have tea with her. It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. "The only disguise I ever put on is a dress-suit, and I look as natural as a pig at a Mahomedan dinner. I wish to rise in the world, mademoiselle, and you are going to help me.
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