He remembered he was in his own house, however, and that the man before him was a stranger.

While he was searching for pen and ink the door opened and his wife entered the room.
Mr.Sleighter, with his hat still upon his head, was intently gazing out of the window, easily rocking on the two hind legs of the chair.

The door opened behind him.
"My dear," said Mr.Gwynne, "will you excuse me?
I am engaged." "Oh, I beg your pardon, I didn't know any one was here.

I merely wanted--" Mr.Sleighter glanced over his shoulder.
"Mr.Sleighter," said Mr.Gwynne.

"My wife." It was not his tone, however, that brought Mr.Sleighter hurriedly to his feet with his hat in his hand.