He was also heard by the
shopman at Rutherford Street to use a very shocking expression in
reference to Mrs. Yatman, and was seen to clinch his fist
vindictively as he ran round the corner of the street. Nothing
more has been heard of him; and it is conjectured that he has
left London with the intention of offering his valuable services
to the provincial police.
On the interesting domestic subject of Mr. and Mrs. Yatman still
less is known. It has, however, been positively ascertained that
the medical attendant of the family was sent for in a great hurry
on the day when Mr. Yatman returned from the milliner's shop. The
neighboring chemist received, soon afterward, a prescription of a
soothing nature to make up for Mrs. Yatman. The day after, Mr.
Yatman purchased some smelling-salts at the shop, and afterward
appeared at the circulating library to ask for a novel
descriptive of high life that would amuse an invalid lady. It has
been inferred from these circumstances that he has not thought it
desirable to carry out his threat of separating from his wife, at
least in the present (presumed) condition of that lady's
sensitive nervous system.
THE SEVENTH DAY.
FINE enough for our guest to go out again. Long, feathery lines
of white cloud are waving upward in the sky, a sign of coming
wind.
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