IN HIGH LIFE.
bidding his wife affectionately farewell, he left the
" Again was Mrs. D. taken sick, and James was
sent for to sit with her, to be ready to go for anything
that was wanted. About eleven o'clock, I saw Mr.
D. going up stairs; how he got in I know not—the
doors were all locked—but that matters not, there he
was ; and I watched him with anxiety as I saw him
stop at his wife's door. It was locked. He broke it
open with one blow. I was fearful of the conse¬
quences. Mrs. D. was lying in bed, and near her
sat James, reading. My master, much to my aston¬
ishment, simply ordered him down stairs; when he
went out, the door was closed, and I could hear
nothing that passed inside.
" The next morning, James asked me to see Mr.
D., and request him to give him a recommendation.
Mr. D.'s countenance did not change in the least (and
I watched him closely), as he replied, ' Tell him if he
is here at breakfast, I will give him one.' I delivered
•the message to James, and his face grew pale as he
listened to it; he left the room, and I have seen
nothing of him from that day to this. Mr. D. has
treated his wife since with the greatest attention be¬
fore the eyes of others, but alone he never exchanges
a word with her. Notwithstanding the care that
was taken, the thing leaked out through the servants,
and is now pretty generally known."
I listened to the girl's story with some interest, but
with very little surprise, for I had seen and heard of
so many more marvelous circumstances, that I was
prepared to believe that ladies could be guilty of al