When he stooped over her, and whispered in her ear, I heard him--though nearly the whole breadth of the room was between us.

"You hell-cat!"-- that was what Mr.Farnaby said to his wife.
The clock on the mantelpiece struck the half-hour after seven.

In quick succession, the guests at the dinner now entered the room.
I was so staggered by the extraordinary scene of married life which I had just witnessed, that the guests produced only a very faint impression upon me.

My mind was absorbed in trying to find the true meaning of what I had seen and heard.

Was Mrs.Farnaby a little mad?
I dismissed that idea as soon as it occurred to me; nothing that I had observed in her justified it.