Arthur was convulsed by opposing emotions.
"Devil!" he uttered with set teeth and clenched hands,—"and with a wife and children like these, you could still plot the ruin of poor Alice!"
"Husband," said the wife, as she awoke from her sleep—"have you come at last? I waited for you so long!"
Leave we this scene, and retrace our steps. The revel in the Temple is at the highest. The masks begin to fall. Hark! to the whispers which mingle softly with the clinking of champagne glasses. By all means let us enter the Temple.