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`` Dear Hawke : I 've been worried to death with a lot of people thrust on me . Mere figure-heads . You must excuse an old friend -- an old man -- and Madame Louison is like all women -- only a bundle of nerves . Come over to the house to-day at noon and breakfast with Abercromby and myself alone . I 'll send you back to Calcutta with him on a little run . I appreciate your manliness in keeping out of my little misunderstanding with the Madame . By the way , a few words from Abercromby to the Viceroy would put you back on the Army Staff , where you rightly belong .