THE death of Mrs. Maidan occurred on the 4th of August, 1904. And then nothing happened until the 4th of August, 1913. There is the curious coincidence of dates, but I do not know whether that is one of those sinister, as if half-jocular and altogether merciless proceedings on the part of a cruel Providence that we call a coincidence. Because it may just as well have been the superstitious mind of Florence that forced her to certain acts, as if she had been hypnotised. It is, however, certain that the fourth of August always proved a significant date for her. To begin with, she was born on the fourth of August. Then, on that date, in the year 1899, she set out with her uncle for the tour round the world in company with a young man called Jimmy. But that was not merely a coincidence. Her kindly old uncle, with the supposedly damaged heart, was, in his delicate way, offering her, in this trip, a birthday present to celebrate her coming of age. Then, on the fourth of August, 1900, she yielded to an action that certainly coloured her whole life--as well as mine. She had no luck. She was probably offering herself a birthday present that morning. . . .
On the fourth of August, 1901, she married me, and set sail for Europe in a great gale of wind--the gale that affected her heart. And no doubt there, again,