An honest woman--a virtuous woman, Mrs Sullivan, would have immediately acquainted her husband with what had passed--not have concealed it; still less have had the effrontery to deny it, when acknowledged by her _paramour_." "_Paramour_!" cried the lady, with an hysterical laugh; "Mr Sullivan, when I select a _paramour_, it shall be a handsome young man--not an old, yellow-faced--" "Pshaw, madam! there's no accounting for taste; when a woman deviates from the right path--" "Right path! if ever I deviated from the right path, as you call it, it was when I married such a wretch as you! Yes, sir," continued the lady, bursting into tears, "I tell it you now--my life has been a torment to me ever since I married (sobbing)--always suspected for nothing (sob, sob)--jealous, detestable temper (sob)--go to my friends (sob)--hereafter may repent (sob)--then know what you've lost" (sob, sob, sob).
"And, madam," replied Mr Sullivan, "so may you also know what you have lost, before a few hours have passed away; then, madam, the time may come when the veil of folly will be rent from your eyes, and your conduct appear in all its deformity.

Farewell, madam--perhaps for ever!" The lady made no reply; Mr Sullivan quitted the room, and, repairing to his counting-house, wrote a challenge to the colonel and confided the delivery of it to one of his friends, who unwillingly accepted the office of second..