When that poor lord died--and he had been, mind, my friend for many years before her ladyship had heard his name--I was with him; and there were occurrences of which you know nothing and need know nothing.

I did my best then to be courteous to Lady Ongar, which she returns by shutting her door in my face.

I do not mind that.

I am not angry with a woman.

But tell her that when she has heard what I now say to her by you, she will, I do not doubt, think better of it; and therefore I shall do myself the honor of presenting myself at her door again.