A flush betrayed her disturbed condition; and a succeeding pallor gave signs of unusual pain.
"Will you see a physician!" "No--no!" she answered, quickly; "it was a momentary sickness--but is passing off now." She arose as she said this, and commenced laying aside her travelling garments.

Mr.Dexter sat down, and taking a newspaper from his pocket, pretended to read; but his jealous eyes looked over the sheet, and rested with keen scrutiny on the face of his wife whenever it happened to be turned towards him.
That she scarcely thought of his presence, was plain from the fact that she did not once look at him.

Suddenly, as if some new thought had crossed his mind, Mr.Dexter arose, and after making some slight changes in his dress, left the apartment and went down stairs.

He was evidently in search of some one; for he passed slowly, and with wary eyes, along the passages, porticos and parlors.

The result was not satisfactory.