But then, you must recollect, that I would not have comported myself in this way with a brother Englishman. If Horner had told me of _his_ woes, for example, similarly as I told mine, or let them be drawn out of me by Monsieur Parole, I confess I would have been much more likely to have laughed at, than sympathised with him. A Frenchman, however, is naturally more sentimental than any of ourselves. He looks seriously and considerately on things which we make light of. Besides, in my then cut-throat mood, I was longing for sympathy; and would have made a confidante of any one offering for the post--barring Lady Dasher or Miss Spight--neither of whom would I have chosen as a depository were I anxious to give my last dying speech and confession to the world; although, they would probably cause the same to be circulated fast enough--judging by their habit in regard to that sort of private information respecting the delicate concerns of other people which is passed on from hand to hand "in strict confidence, mind!" and which is not to be told to any one else "for the world!" Monsieur Parole's story was a good lesson to me. I saw that he who had had grief as great, and greater than mine, for I knew that Min loved me and was constant--had concealed it so that none who looked on his round merry face, would have supposed him capable of a deep emotion; while, I, on the contrary, had paraded my little anxieties, like a fool! He also taught me determination; for, I resolved now, that, on the first opportunity I had, I would speak to my darling again, and have my fate settled, without more delay--for good or ill, as the case might be. I would not remain in suspense any longer. Within a week, this wished-for opportunity came. Some mutual friends, to whom, indeed, Min had been the original means of my introduction--they living without the orbit of the Saint Canon circle--asked me to a large evening party that they gave late in the season. There, I met my darling, as I hoped--unaccompanied by her mother, which I had _not_ imagined would happen; consequently, my chances for speaking to Min would be all the more favourable. There was so general a crush of people; that, although the rooms were large and there were many nice little retreats for tete-a-tete conversation, in balconies that were covered in like marquees and snug conservatories, besides the stair landings--those last "refuges for the destitute" who might desire retirement--I had to put off my purpose until evening wore on to such a late hour, that I thought I would not be able to speak to my darling at all! After midnight, however, my opportunity came.