Mr. Burgoyne went upstairs. His wife was still asleep; and a prettier picture than she presented when asleep it would be hard to find. He put his hand upon her shoulder.
"Minnie!" No reply. "Minnie!" Still she slept.
When she did awake it was in the most natural and charming way conceivable. She stretched out her arms to her husband leaning over her.
"Charlie! Whatever is the time?"
"Where are those stones?"
"What?" With the back of her hands she began to rub her eyes. "Where are what?"
"Where are those stones?"
"I don't know what--" yawn--"you mean."
"Minnie!--Don't trifle with me!--Where have you put those diamonds?"
"Charlie! Whatever do you mean?"