Sir Charles has been at death's door along of all this." "Hush, madam! not so loud, please," whispered Admiral Bruce, looking uneasily toward the folding, doors.
"Why not ?" bawled the Somerset.

"THE TRUTH MAY BE BLAMED, BUT IT CAN'T BE SHAMED.

I tell you that your precious letter brought Sir Charles Bassett to the brink of the grave.

Soon as ever he got it he came tearing in his cab to Miss Somerset's house, and accused her of telling the lie to keep him--and he might have known better, for the jade never did a sneaking thing in her life.

But, any way, he thought it must be her doing, miscalled her like a dog, and raged at her dreadful, and at last--what with love and fury and despair--he had the terriblest fit you ever saw.