lounging on the sofa, and alternately closing his eyes and looking at his watch and at me, till bed-time, when I rose, and took my candle and retired.
"Helen!" cried he, the moment I had left the room. I turned back, and stood awaiting his commands.
"What do you want, Arthur?" I said at length.
"Nothing," replied he. "Go!"
I went, but hearing him mutter something as I was closing the door, I turned again. It sounded very like "confounded slut," but I was quite willing it should be something else.
"Were you speaking Arthur?" I asked.
"No," was the answer; and I shut the door and departed. I saw nothing more of him till the following morning at breakfast, when he came down a full hour after the usual time.
"You're very late," was my morning's salutation.
"You needn't have waited for me," was his;
