The result you know." "I must make bold to pronounce this whole story a fabrication," said Mr.Hendrickson, with rising warmth; "It is too improbable." "Worse things than that have happened, and are happening every day," remarked Mrs.Arden.
"Still I shall disbelieve the story," said Mr.Hendrickson, firmly.
"What else would justify him in sending her home to her aunt ?" asked Mrs.Arden.
"He sent her home, then?
That is the report ?" remarked Hendrickson.
"Some say one thing and some another." "And a story loses nothing in the repetition." "You are very skeptical," said Miss Arden.
"I wish all men and women were more skeptical than they are, in touching the wrong doings of others," replied the young man.

"The world is not so bad as it seems.

Now I am sure that if the truth of this affair could really be known, we should find scarcely a single fact in agreement with the report.

I have heard that Mr.Dexter is blindly jealous of his wife." "Oh, as to that, Mrs.Anthony says that he made himself ridiculous by his jealousy at Saratoga last summer.

And I now remember that he used to act strangely sometimes," said Mrs.Arden.
"A jealous man," returned Hendrickson, "is a very bad judge of his wife's conduct; and more likely to see guilt than innocence in any circumstance that will bear a double explanation.