A LEGAL DOCUMENT.
"There is," I said, "a guilty look about you. You are hanging round. At this time of the morning you have usually retreated to your fastnesses. Why has not the telephone claimed you? There is something on your mind."
"No," said the lady of the house airily; "I have a vacant mind."
"Where, then," I said, "is your loud laugh? I have not heard you shout 'Ha-ha,' or anything remotely resembling 'Ha-ha.' Something is weighing upon you."
"Not at all."
"Yes at all," I said decisively. "You have something to confess."
"Confess!" she said scornfully. "What nonsense is this about confession? We are not early-Victorians."
"Yes, we are. I insist upon it. I shall be busy with my writing. You will come and kneel unperceived at my feet with an imploring look upon your tear-stained face. I shall give a sudden start——"