My wife came into my room, as on the last occasion, closely veiled, and with spirits as animated. "My love," she said, removing her hat and cloak, and throwing them on the bed, "not a soul saw me. The servant girl, with her face as black as coal, opened the door, and asked what I wanted. 'The gentleman on the first floor,' I said, and pushed past her. And do you know I took the precaution to disguise my voice. She wouldn't recognise me if she heard me speak in my natural voice. I did this for your sake, my dear--you are so anxious for secrecy. Am I not considerate? I don't mind being seen and known, for I have nothing to conceal, but I must obey you. And how have you been all this time? Well, I hope. How foolish you are to remain cooped up in this miserable house when you have a comfortable home waiting for you! I have expected you--upon my word I have; and your room is ready for you, with a nice fire always burning, and your slippers, placed right and left, just by your arm-chair. O, I know what a wife's duty is. Let me prevail upon you. Come home with me now. I will not reproach you--indeed I will not. I will be just as faithful and loving as I have ever been." She paused for my answer. "You are wasting time," I said. "You know well that I shall never again enter my house while you are there!" "My dear," she said, tapping my arm lightly with a pearl fan I had given her, "you cannot entirely deceive me. I have been thinking a great deal. It is my belief you are a Don Juan. I had my suspicions when you first made love to me--an old gentleman like you falling in love with a girl like me, because I have a pretty face, and bright eyes, and a lovely mouth. You were fond of kissing it once--O, you men, you men! Will artless women ever be a match for you? I am afraid never, you speak so softly, and promise so much. Yes, I have been thinking a great deal, and I know all about it now. I know why you have been absent so long; I know why you come unexpectedly to London, and hide yourself as you are doing; I know why you will not enter your house while I am there." She paused again, and half sullenly, half gaily, gave me to understand that she expected me to challenge her knowledge. "It is of no interest to me," I said, "but it may bring us nearer to our real business if I ask you for information on these points." "Why," she said, with an impudent laugh, "there is another lady in the case, of course, who is to step into my shoes. It is useless denying it. Old men are not to be trusted. Come, my dear, make a clean breast of it. I won't scold you more than I can help. It is quite natural, though. I have my feelings as a woman, and I warn your new fancy to keep out of my path. You must have been a sad rake when you were young--almost as bad as your son, who made love to me in the most shameful manner; to me, his second mother."