“How amiable a wife can be at the mere prospect of getting rid of her husband!”
“You will send me a telegram?”
“Very likely. Good-bye. Adieu.”
“Adieu et bonne chance,” said she, gayly.
“That means a good aim, I suppose,” said he, laughing.
She nodded pleasantly, kissed her hand to him, and he was gone.
CHAPTER XXIV. A MOMENT OF CONFIDENCE
Mrs. Sewell's maid made two ineffectual efforts to awaken her mistress on the following morning, for agitation had drugged her like a narcotic, and she slept the dull, heavy sleep of one overpowered by opium. “Why, Jane, it is nigh twelve o'clock,” said she, looking at her watch. “Why did you let me sleep so late?”
“Indeed, ma'am, I did my best to rouse you. I opened the shutters, and I splashed the water into your bath, and made noise enough, I 'm sure, but you did n't mind it all; and I brought up the doctor to see if there was anything the matter with you, and he felt your pulse, and put his hand on your heart, and said, No, it was just overfatigue; that you had been sitting up too much of late, and hadn't strength for it.”