The Major clasped his hands entreatingly, and looked at me with a pleading simplicity wonderful to see.
"Why press it ?" he asked.

"I offer no resistance.

I am a lamb--why sacrifice me?
I acknowledge your power; I throw myself on your mercy.
All the misfortunes of my youth and my manhood have come to me through women.

I am not a bit better in my age--I am just as fond of the women and just as ready to be misled by them as ever, with one foot in the grave.

Shocking, isn't it?
But how true! Look at this mark!" He lifted a curl of his beautiful brown wig, and showed me a terrible scar at the side of his head.