You must excuse an old friend--an old man--and Madame Louison is like all women--only a bundle of nerves.

Come over to the house to-day at noon and breakfast with Abercromby and myself alone.
I'll send you back to Calcutta with him on a little run.

I appreciate your manliness in keeping out of my little misunderstanding with the Madame.

By the way, a few words from Abercromby to the Viceroy would put you back on the Army Staff, where you rightly belong.

Let bygones be bygones, and you can make your play on the General, It's the one chance of a life.