She little knew what.
"Last Monday I had finished for the day and was dressing in my room above the opium den when I looked out of my window and saw, to my horror and astonishment, that my wife was standing in the street, with her eyes fixed full upon me.

I gave a cry of surprise, threw up my arms to cover my face, and, rushing to my confidant, the Lascar, entreated him to prevent anyone from coming up to me.

I heard her voice downstairs, but I knew that she could not ascend.

Swiftly I threw off my clothes, pulled on those of a beggar, and put on my pigments and wig.

Even a wife's eyes could not pierce so complete a disguise.