"No! no! to-morrow will do. I will not gratify your curiosity. You
are too curious, husband" and she turned from me, smiling, upon
the couch.
I felt that what she might tell me to-morrow could have nothing
to do with the affair between herself and Edgerton. THAT could be
no object for jest and merriment. I turned from her slowly, with a
feeling at my heart which was not exactly madness--for I knew then
what I was doing--but it was just thec feeling to make me doubtful
how long I should be secure from madness.
"To-morrow will not do" I muttered to myself as I descended the
stairs. "Too late!--too late!"