"Sir!" cried Mrs. Burgess, a glow of indignation lighting her fair face. "What do you mean?"
"Don't deny what I say!" replied Hamilton. "You were having an interview with a gentleman when I came in."
Lizzie trembled with indignation.
"I saw his cap on the table!"
Lizzie laughed outright. "Come here," she said, leading her husband away.
Hamilton followed her, and she went to a bureau, unlocked a deep drawer, and opening it, called her husband's attention to its contents.
It was half full of caps!
Hamilton looked at Lizzie in perplexity. Lizzie looked at Hamilton, and smiled.
"I suppose that you will now declare that there are twenty gentlemen in the house," said Mrs. Burgess.
"Lizzie!"' cried her husband, clasping her hands, "I am already ashamed of my suspicions. I ask your forgiveness. But explain this matter to me. I am dying in perplexity."