"How can your know, sir?"

"By an accident."

"Jenny signed to the window?"

"No."

"Then you saw her, and went out, and--"

"Nonsense!"

"Oh, sir, to do that for me! May God bl--"

"William!"

"Forgive me, sir; but--when I tell my missis, she will say it was
thought of your own wife as made you do it."

He wrung my hand. I dared not withdraw it, lest we should waken the
sleepers.


William returned to the dining-room, and I had to show him that if he
did not cease looking gratefully at me I must change my waiter. I also
ordered him to stop telling me nightly how his wife was, but I continued
to know, as I could not help seeing the girl Jenny from the window.
Twice in a week I learned from this objectionable child that the ailing
woman had again eaten all the tapioca. Then I became suspicious of