'If you'll allow me, I'll go up, and leave it in his room.

It's important.' 'And what name, Miss--if I may ask ?' The visitor hesitated again--then she said, quietly: 'I am Mrs.Fenwick--Mr.Fenwick's wife.' 'His wife!' cried the other, startled.

'Oh no; there is some mistake--he hasn't got no wife!' Phoebe drew herself up fiercely.
'You mustn't say such things to me, please! I _am_ Mr.Fenwick's wife--and you must please show me his rooms.' The emphasis and the passion with which these words were said left Mrs.Gibbs gaping.

She was a worthy woman, for whom the world--so far as it could be studied from a Bernard Street lodging-house--had few surprises; and a number of alternative conjectures ran through her mind as she studied Phoebe's appearance.
'I'm sure, ma'am, I meant no offence,' she said, hurriedly; 'but, you see, Mr.Fenwick has never--as you might say--' 'No,' said Phoebe, proudly, interrupting her; 'there was no reason why he should speak of his private affairs.

I have been in the country, waiting till he could make a home for me.