"Aha!" he said, "my golden idol has been making mischief, has she ?" "There!" exclaimed Henrietta.

"You have said it to my face! You have convicted yourself out of your own mouth!" "Wait a moment, my dear.

I have not read the letter yet." He rose and walked to and fro through the room, reading.

She watched him, angrily confident that she should presently see him change countenance.

Suddenly he drooped as if his spine had partly given way; and in this ungraceful attitude he read the remainder of the letter.
When he had finished he threw it on the table, thrust his hands deep into his pockets, and roared with laughter, huddling himself together as if he could concentrate the joke by collecting himself into the smallest possible compass.