The winter passed in waiting for him to come to Waterbury every
Saturday; and in the enjoyment of the two days he passed with me.
In March Aunt Eliza wrote me that Lemorne was beaten! Van Horn had
taken up the whole contents of his snuff-box in her house the
evening before in amazement at the turn things had taken.

That night I dreamed of the scene in the hotel at Newport. I
heard Aunt Eliza saying, "If I gain, Margaret will be rich." And I
heard also the clock strike two. As it struck I said, "*My husband
is a scoundrel*," and woke with a start.