e as follows:

"My position as nurse led necessarily to my seeing more of Mrs. Macallan
than any other person in the house. I am able to speak from experience
of many things not known to others who were only in her room at
intervals.

"For instance, I had more than one opportunity of personally observing
that Mr. and Mrs. Macallan did not live together very happily. I can
give you an example of this, not drawn from what others told me, but
from what I noticed for myself.

"Toward the latter part of my attendance on Mrs. Macallan, a young widow
lady named Mrs. Beauly--a cousin of Mr. Macallan's--came to stay at
Gleninch. Mrs. Macallan was jealous of this lady; and she showed it in
my presence only the day before her death, when Mr. Macallan came into
her room to inquire how she had passed the night. 'Oh,' she said, 'never
mind how _I_ have slept! What do you care whether I sleep well or ill?
How has Mrs. Beauly passed the night? Is she more beautiful than ever
this morning? Go back to her--pray go back to her! Don't waste your time
with me!' Beginning in that manner, she worked herself into one of her
furious rages. I was brushing her hair at the time; and feeling that
my presence was an impropriety under the circumstances, I attempted to
leave the room. She forbade me to go. Mr. Macallan felt, as I did, that
my duty was to withdraw, and he said so in plain words. Mrs. Macallan
insisted on my staying in language so insolent to her husband that he
said, 'If you cannot control yourself, either the nurse leaves the room
or I do.' She refused to yield even then. 'A good excuse,' she said,
'for getting back to Mrs. Beauly. Go!' He took her at her word, and
walked out of the room. He had barely closed the door before she began
reviling him to me in the most shocking manner. She declared, among
other things she said of him, that the news of all others which he would
be most glad to hear would be the news of her death. I ventured, quite
respectfully, on remonstrating with her. She took up the hair-brush and
threw it at me, and then and there dismissed me from my attendance on
her. I left her, and waited below until her fit of passion had worn
itself out. Then I returned to my place at the bedside, and for a while
things went on again as usual.

"It may not be amiss to add a word which may help to explain Mrs.
Macallan's jealousy of her husband's cousin. Mrs. Macallan was a very
plain woman. She had a cast in one of her eyes,