There were, however, two persons in the room. One an infant slumbering peacefully in the crib, the other a lady sitting at a small table on which lay several little bits of white paper into which she was pouring some globules from a tiny bottle. Her eyes were blue, her complexion a pure pink and white, and her hair, curling in loose ringlets over her well-formed head, was just touched with gray. She looked up astonished and said:—
"Don't make such a noise; you'll wake the child. Are you a burglar or what do you want?"
The husband paused in his fruitless search and replied: "I want that man."
"What man?"
"The man that's made an appointment with my wife for to-night."
"Who is your wife and what business have you in Miss ——'s bed-room?" asked the lady.
"Indeed; well, you can't make me believe that she ever made any appointment with any man she oughtn't to make."
"I can't, can't I? read that then," he said, throwing the letter on the table and scattering the medicine. The lady read the letter and began to laugh, which enraged the husband still more.
"Where have you hidden this Dr. Stanton? I will blow his brains out," he cried.