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He
glanced
at
her
face
,
and
walked
about
again
.
'
Upon
my
soul
,
I
do
n't
know
what
to
say
.
So
immensely
absurd
!
'
It
fell
to
his
lot
,
now
,
to
stipulate
for
secrecy
.
'
If
I
were
to
do
such
a
very
ridiculous
thing
,
'
he
said
,
stopping
again
presently
,
and
leaning
against
the
chimney-piece
,
'
it
could
only
be
in
the
most
inviolable
confidence
.
'
'
I
will
trust
to
you
,
sir
,
'
returned
Sissy
,
'
and
you
will
trust
to
me
.
'
His
leaning
against
the
chimney-piece
reminded
him
of
the
night
with
the
whelp
.
It
was
the
self-same
chimney-piece
,
and
somehow
he
felt
as
if
he
were
the
whelp
to-night
.
He
could
make
no
way
at
all
.
'
I
suppose
a
man
never
was
placed
in
a
more
ridiculous
position
,
'
he
said
,
after
looking
down
,
and
looking
up
,
and
laughing
,
and
frowning
,
and
walking
off
,
and
walking
back
again
.
'
But
I
see
no
way
out
of
it
.
What
will
be
,
will
be
.
This
will
be
,
I
suppose
.
I
must
take
off
myself
,
I
imagine
--
in
short
,
I
engage
to
do
it
.
'
Sissy
rose
.
She
was
not
surprised
by
the
result
,
but
she
was
happy
in
it
,
and
her
face
beamed
brightly
.
'
You
will
permit
me
to
say
,
'
continued
Mr.
James
Harthouse
,
'
that
I
doubt
if
any
other
ambassador
,
or
ambassadress
,
could
have
addressed
me
with
the
same
success
.
I
must
not
only
regard
myself
as
being
in
a
very
ridiculous
position
,
but
as
being
vanquished
at
all
points
.
Will
you
allow
me
the
privilege
of
remembering
my
enemy
's
name
?
'
'
My
name
?
'
said
the
ambassadress
.
'
The
only
name
I
could
possibly
care
to
know
,
to-night
.
'
