Mrs.Lloyd! Gracious heavens! My wife the intimate companion of that woman! Seen with her in Broadway! A constant visitor at my house! This, and I knew it not!" Emerson grew deeply agitated as he rehearsed these things.

It was after midnight when he retired.

He did not go to his wife's apartment, but passed to a room in the story above that in which he usually slept.
Day was abroad when Emerson awoke the next morning, and the sun shining from an angle that showed him to be nearly two hours above the horizon.

It was late for Mr.Emerson.Rising hurriedly, and in some confusion of thought, he went down stairs.

His mind, as the events of the last evening began to adjust themselves, felt an increasing sense of oppression.