Your repentance was simply a prompting of moral hygiene for you to take rest before a new and less unlucky flight.

You had the instinctive warning that to the greatly successful inventor, the modern king or knowing man--for civilization has come round the circle to the point where savagery commenced and the wise man rules--to the wizard, power, riches, beauty, all gravitate.

Your husband would be courted; duchesses would sue him to place their husbands or gallants on the board of his company--the dark-eyed charmer whom you ousted in the Munich music hall and whom you foresaw to be your eternal rival, might meet him again.

With you beside him, she might be repulsed--with you distant, he would surrender at discretion.

What a triumph for your self-conceit and banquet for your senses to make your husband love you even more than when he was the suitor! Look out! in battling with your husband you say you fight Conscience; with Mademoiselle Daniels, with whom I have had twenty minutes' pleasant conversation, enlightening him, you would conflict with Virtue.