"How do you do?" Then thanked me for having given him permission to call on me; and then wanted to take hold of my hand. "Really," said I, withdrawing my hand, "for such a renowned hero, you have very little to say for yourself." "Beautiful creature!" uttered Wellington, "where is Lorne?" "Good gracious!" said I, out of all patience at his stupidity; "what come you here for, duke?" "Beautiful eye, yours!" explained Wellington. "Aye man! they are greater conquerors than ever Wellington shall be; but, to be serious, I understood you came here to try to make yourself agreeable?" "What child! do you think that I have nothing better to do than to make speeches to please ladies?" said Wellington. "_Après avoir dépeuplé la terre vous devez faire tout pour la repeupler_," I replied. "You should see me where I shine," Wellington observed, laughing. "Where's that, in Gods name?" "In a field of battle," answered the hero. "_Battez vous, donc, et qu'un autre me fasse la cour!_" said I. But love scenes, or even love quarrels, seldom tend to amuse the reader, so, to be brief, what was a mere man, even though it were the handsome Duke of Argyle, to a Wellington! Argyle grew jealous of Wellington's frequent visits, and hiding himself in his native woods wrote me the following very pathetic letter. "I am not quite sure whether I do, or do not love you--I am afraid I did too much;--but, as long as you find pleasure in the society of another, and a hero too, I am well contented to be a mere common mortal, a monkey, or what you will. I too have my heroines waiting for me in all the woods about here. Here are the wood-cutter's daughter and the gardener's maid always waiting for my gracious presence, and to which of them I shall throw the handkerchief I know not. How then can I remain constant to your inconstant charms? I could have been a little romantic about you it is true; but I always take people as I find them, _et j'ai ici beau jeu_. Adieu. "I am very fond of you still, for all this. "ARGYLE." This was my answer: "Indeed as you are as yet the only man who has ever had the least influence over me, therefore I entreat you do not forget me! I wish I were the woodcutter's daughter awaiting your gracious presence, in the woods for days! weeks! months! so that at last you would reward me with the benevolent smile of peace and forgiveness, or that illumined, beautiful expression of more ardent feeling such as I have often inspired and shall remember for ever, come what may; and whether your fancy changes or mine. You say you take people as you find them; therefore you must and you shall love me still, with all my imperfections on my foolish head, and that, dearly. "HARRIETTE." [Illustration: George, 6th Duke of Argyll.]