“All men are alike,” she cried. “And all women, too, for that matter. Psha, there are only two people in the world; the name of one is Adam, the name of the other is Eve.”
In the course of the afternoon a letter was brought to her. It was from Mrs. Lewis, and it stated that the writer was so much overcome with the recent kindness and attention which her husband had been showing her, she had resolved to confess that she had played a trick upon him, and begged Mrs. Abington's leave to do so.
Mrs. Abington immediately sat down and wrote a line to her.
“Do n't be a little fool,” she wrote. “Are you so anxious to undo all that we have done between us? If you pursue that course, I swear to you that he will be at my feet the next day. No, dear child, leave me to tell him all that there is to be told.”
Two days afterwards Lee Lewis said to her:
“I wonder if 't is true that my wife has an admirer.”
“Why should it not be true, sir? Everything that is admirable has an admirer,” said Mrs. Abington.
“She is not quite the same as she used to be,” said he. “I half suspect that she has something on her mind. Can it be possible that—”
“Psha, sir, why not put her to the test?” cried Mrs. Abington.
“The test? How?”