Sir William Magnay, The Master Spirit (1906)
“ Herriard responded. “You may trust me not to breathe a hint of it.”“To any one?”“To any one.”“Not even to your fiancée, Countess Alexia?”“No; not even to her.” To Alexia least of all, he thought.Gastineau smoked in silence for a few seconds, inhaling the smoke slowly, as though formulating a plan of explanation. “I am like a man newly risen from the dead;” he spoke deliberately with a curious tenseness; “or rather, like one born in manhood instead of infancy. Life has come upon me so suddenly, so unexpectedly, that I am bewildered. I cannot look ahead yet, cannot order my existence.” ”
