You have given no promise not to answer me if I venture to ask you one or two questions." Major Fitz-David held up his hand warningly, and cast a sly look at me out of his bright little gray eyes.
"Stop!" he said.

"My sweet friend, stop there! I know where your questions will lead me, and what the result will be if I once begin to answer them.

When your husband was here to-day he took occasion to remind me that I was as weak as water in the hands of a pretty woman.
He is quite right.

I _am_ as weak as water; I can refuse nothing to a pretty woman.

Dear and admirable lady, don't abuse your influence! don't make an old soldier false to his word of honor!" I tried to say something here in defense of my motives.