You can't deny that." "Read the Trial." For the third time he said those cruel words, and said no more.
In utter despair of moving him---feeling keenly, bitterly (if I must own it), his merciless superiority to all that I had said to him in the honest fervor of my devotion and my love--I thought of Major Fitz-David as a last resort.

In the dis ordered state of my mind at that moment, it made no difference to me that the Major had already tried to reason with him, and had failed.

In the face of the facts I had a blind belief in the influence of his old friend, if his old friend could only be prevailed upon to support my view.
"Wait for me one moment," I said.

"I want you to hear another opinion besides mine." I left him, and returned to the study.

Major Fitz-David was not there.