Miserable girl! She had violated all confidence—to learn nothing!
But Lady Macbeth went on.
"Mr. Edward Ross, 999 State Street:
"DEAR ROSS,—If you can come to club again, you will come to-day. Hedge reads, and Emerson and James will be there. We have not seen you for a year."
And she knew why he had not dined at club for a year, why he had spent every moment that he could spend at home. Miserable girl! It was for this that she had stolen out of bed!
So Lady Macbeth read No. 3.
"Mr. Edward Ross, 999 State Street:
"DEAR SIR,—We cannot match the turquoise here. But on the catalogue of Messrs. Roothan, Amsterdam, there are four such stones. Shall we telegraph them? We have very little time before July 31."
July 31 was her birthday. It was for this that she was reading her husband's secrets. Wretched Psyche!
Lady Macbeth went on.