arrival of deep pink blossoms addressed to nobody, but delivered regularly at the door of number 37, i shall not divulge no, not though a base attempt was made to incriminate me in the transaction. Between the pair who had arrived in our square on such friendly and promising terms, there was now no communication when they met. She was steadfastly adhering to that never. Never. Never. What less, indeed, could be expected of a faithful wife insulted by ardent hopes of her husbands early demise from a young man whom she had known but four hours. So it might have gone on to a sterile conclusion but for a