The Peril of Literature - A Memoir of the Countess Olenska

Nastasia opened the door smiling mysteriously. On the bench in the hall lay a sable lined overcoat, a folded opera hat full of dull silk with gold j b on the lining, and a white silk muffler. There was no mistaking the fact that these costly articles were the property of julius beaufort. Archer was angry, so angry that he came near scribbling a word on his card and going away. Then he remembered that, in writing to madame olenska, he had been kept, by excess of discretion, from saying that he wished to see her privately. He thought himself into conditions incredibly different from any that he knew if he were to