It isn't a nice thing to have in a lady's chamber.
You know I can't bear the sight of a pistol, and you love me too well to give me the smallest pain or uneasiness.

That's a dear, good husband." They could almost see Mrs.Abercrombie take the deadly weapon from the general's hand.

They heard her dress trailing across the room, and heard her open and shut and then lock a drawer.

For some time afterward they could hear the low sound of voices, then all became silent again.
"Give me that pistol!" startled them not long afterward in a sudden wild outbreak of frenzied passion.
"What do you want with it ?" they heard Mrs.Abercrombie ask.

There was no sign of alarm in her tones.
"Give me that pistol, I say!" The general's voice was angry and imperious.