“You told me,” observed the unknown visitor to the shopman, “that Mrs. Delmar was with her husband?”
“Yes, sir,” was the reply.
“I would rather Mr. Delmar should step out to me.”
“He will not do it, sir. He says you are to go in to him.”
“Well, I will see him.”
The unknown visitor advanced to the apartment in which the worthy and happy couple were closeted; he cautiously, not to say nervously, opened the door, and seemed to halt in the execution of his purpose.
“I would very much rather see you alone, sir, for a moment.”
“You cannot see me alone, sir; this lady is my wife.”
“My business is private.”
“I have no private business or secrets unknown to my wife, sir,” exclaimed Mr. Delmar, growing a little irritated.