A small experience of the sex leads me, however, to suggest that, as a rule, women--ay, and schoolgirls--have a greater knowledge of such matters of the heart than they are credited with--that, indeed, women usually err on the side of knowing too much--knowing, in a word, facts that do not exist.
So disgusted was I with the whole business that I turned my back on the land of my birth and left the lawyers to fight over their details.
I appointed a London solicitor to watch my interests, who smiled at my account of the affair, saying that things would be better settled among members of the legal profession--that my ways were not theirs.
For which compliment I fervently thanked him, and shook the dust of London from off my feet.
The Vicomte de Clericy had notified to me by letter that my post would be held vacant and at my disposal for an indefinite period, but that at the same time my presence would be an infinite relief to him.

This was no doubt the old gentleman's courteous way of putting it, for I had done little enough to make my absence of any note.
Travelling all night, I arrived in the Rue des Palmiers at nine o'clock one morning, and took coffee as usual in my study.

At ten o'clock Monsieur de Clericy came to me there, and was kind enough to express both sympathy at my bereavement and pleasure at my return.

In reply I thanked him.
"But," I added, "I regret that I must resign my post." "Resign," cried the old gentleman.

"Mon Dieu! do not talk of it.