SCENE: Through the curtained doorway of _Mrs. Edward Roberts’s_ pretty drawing-room, in Hotel Bellingham, shows the snowy and gleaming array of a table set for dinner, under the dim light of gas-burners turned low. An air of expectancy pervades the place, and the uneasiness of _Mr. Roberts_, in evening dress, expresses something more as he turns from a glance into the dining-room, and still holding the _portière_ with one hand, takes out his watch with the other. _Mr. Roberts_ to _Mrs. Roberts_ entering the drawing-room from regions beyond: “My dear, it’s six o’clock. What can have become of your aunt?”…
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