Now I never gave my coming interview with the Major a thought; I felt an unreasoning confidence in myself, and a blind faith in _him_.

Now neither the past nor the future troubled me; I lived unreflectingly in the present.

I looked at the shops as we drove by them, and at the other carriages as they passed mine.

I noticed--yes, and enjoyed--the glances of admiration which chance foot-passengers on the pavement cast on me.

I said to myself, "This looks well for my prospect of making a friend of the Major!" When we drew up at the door in Vivian Place, it is no exaggeration to say that I had but one anxiety--anxiety to find the Major at home.
The door was opened by a servant out of livery, an old man who looked as if he might have been a soldier in his earlier days.