And is it possible, Mrs.Huntingdon, that you can rejoice at his return ?' he exclaimed, attentively perusing my features again.
'Of course, Mr.Hargrave; is he not my husband ?' 'Oh, Huntingdon; you know not what you slight!' he passionately murmured.
I took up my baby, and, wishing him good-morning, departed, to indulge my thoughts unscrutinized, within the sanctum of my home.
And was I glad?
Yes, delighted; though I was angered by Arthur's conduct, and though I felt that he had wronged me, and was determined he should feel it too..