Blind Love

His wife (so impenetrably cool, thus far) had suddenly become excited.

There was not the smallest fragment of truth in what he had just said

of Hugh, and Mrs. Vimpany was not for a moment deceived by it. But the

lie had, accidentally, one merit--it suggested to her the idea which

she had vainly tried to find over her cup of tea. "Suppose I show you

how you may be revenged on Mr. Mountjoy," she said.

"Well?"

"Will you remember what I asked you to do for me, if Lord Harry takes

us by surprise?"

He produced his pocket-diary, and told her to make a memorandum of it.

She wrote as briefly as if she had been writing a telegram: "Keep Lord

Harry from seeing Miss Henley, till I have seen her first."

"Now," she said, taking a chair by the bedside, "you shall know what a

clever wife you have got. Listen to me."