The possibility of figuring in such a procession contributed much to the force of Trevanion’s reasonings, and I resolved to leave Paris at once.

“Promise me, then, to involve yourself in no more scrapes for half-an-hour.  Pack every thing you shall want with you, and, by seven o’clock, I shall be here with your passport and all ready for a start.”

With a beating brain, and in a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, I threw my clothes hither and thither into my trunk; Lady Jane and Emily both flitting every instant before my imagination, and frequently an irresolution to proceed stopping all my preparations for departure, I sat down musing upon a chair, and half determined to stay where I was, coute qui coute.  Finally, the possibility of exposure in a trial, had its weight.  I continued my occupation till the last coat was folded, and the lock turned, when I seated myself opposite my luggage, and waited impatiently for my friend’s return.

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Devilish hot work, this, said the colonel
Empty, valueless, heartless flirtation
Enough is as good as a feast
Finish in sorrow what you have begun in folly
Gardez vous des femmes, and more especially if they be Irish
Jaunting-cars, with three on a side and “one in the well”
Mistaking zeal for inclination
Other bottle of claret that lies beyond the frontier of prudence
Packed jury of her relatives, who rarely recommend you to mercy
There is no infatuation like the taste for flirtation