"After ten and before noon. I cannot give the exact hour."
"And where did you go?"
"To a hotel on Broadway; you have already heard of our visit there."
"You are, then, the Mr. James Pope, whose wife registered in the books of the Hotel D—— on the seventeenth of this month?"
"I have said so."
"And may I ask for what purpose you used this disguise, and allowed your wife to sign a wrong name?"
"To satisfy a freak. She considered it the best way of covering up a scheme she had formed; which was to awaken the interest of my father under the name and appearance of a stranger, and not to inform him who she was till he had given some evidence of partiality for her."
"Ah, but for such an end was it necessary for her to assume a strange name before she saw your father, and for you both to conduct yourselves in the mysterious way you did all that day and evening?"
"I do not know. She thought so, and I humored her. I was tired of working against her, and was willing she should have her own way for a time."
"And for this reason you let her fit herself out with clothes down to her very undergarments?"