They found him in an attitude more than once, but they never doubted I was doing him as an organ-grinder.

There were several things they never guessed, and one of them was that for a striking scene in the novel, in which a footman briefly figured, it occurred to me to make use of Major Monarch as the menial.

I kept putting this off, I didn't like to ask him to don the livery--besides the difficulty of finding a livery to fit him.

At last, one day late in the winter, when I was at work on the despised Oronte, who caught one's idea on the wing, and was in the glow of feeling myself go very straight, they came in, the Major and his wife, with their society laugh about nothing (there was less and less to laugh at); came in like country-callers--they always reminded me of that--who have walked across the park after church and are presently persuaded to stay to luncheon.

Luncheon was over, but they could stay to tea--I knew they wanted it.