Chapter xxv. Miserrimus Dexter — Second View
Thoroughly disheartened and disgusted, and (if I must honestly confess it) thoroughly frightened too, I whispered to Mrs. Macallan, “I was wrong, and you were right. Let us go.”
The ears of Miserrimus Dexter must have been as sensitive as the ears of a dog. He heard me say, “Let us go.”
“No!” he called out. “Bring Eustace Macallan’s second wife in here. I am a gentleman — I must apologize to her. I am a student of human character — I wish to see her.”
The whole man appeared to have undergone a complete transformation. He spoke in the gentlest of voices, and he sighed hysterically when he had done, like a woman recovering from a burst of tears. Was it reviving courage or reviving curiosity? When Mrs. Macallan said to me, “The fit is over now;
