Judges.
[CHAPTER XXXVI]
Pleasant Dreams!
[BOOK I]
WIFE
A DUEL
[CHAPTER I]
THE END OF THE HONEYMOON
Isabel waited till the rat-tat was repeated a second time, then she went down to the front door. Since Mrs. Macconichie and her husband were both out, and she had the house to herself, there was nothing else for her to do, unless she wished the postman to depart with the letters. As it was, when she appeared at the door, he grumbled at being delayed.
"These Scotchmen are all boors," she told herself, in her bitterness.