A few days after the story of my wealth had gone abroad, I was sitting, one evening, with my family, when I was informed that a lady was in the parlour, and wished to see me.
“A lady!” said I.
“Yes, sir,” replied the servant.
“Is she alone?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What does she want?”
“She did not say, sir.”
“Very well. Tell her I'll be down in a few moments.”
When I entered the parlour, I found a woman, dressed in mourning, with her veil closely drawn.
“Mr. G——?” she said, in a low, sad voice.