- "I hate this Florence, where you have been so unhappy," she declared, as I was
- saying good-night to her. "I want to leave immediately, tomorrow, you will be
- good enough to write a couple of letters for me, and, while you are doing
- that, I will drive to the city to pay my farewell visits. Is that satisfactory
- to you?"
- "Of course, you dear, sweet, beautiful woman."