She was "very sweet to her"-- to use her own words--sweet, and kind, and gentle as ever.

But she looked paler than usual, and did not seem to be at ease.
The nurse reported that something was going wrong; but, as to its exact nature, she was in the dark.

It certainly didn't look right for Mrs.
Allen to be receiving daily the visits of an elegant looking stranger, and her husband away.

There was only one opinion on this head.
And so it went on from day to day for nearly a week--Colonel Willoughby, as he had called himself, spending the greater part of every morning with Mrs.Allen, and hiding himself from curious eyes, during the afternoons, in his room at the "White Swan." Then came the denouement to this exciting little drama.
One day the stranger, after dining, asked Mr.Adams for his bill, which he paid in British gold.

He then gave directions to have a small trunk, the only baggage he had with him, sent to the house of Captain Allen.
The landlord raised his eyebrows, of course; looked very much surprised, and even ventured a curious question.