The Impressions of a Cousin

From my window, above, I saw them leave the door; they make a fair, bright young couple as they sit together. They had not been gone a quarter of an hour when Mr. Caliph’s name was brought up to me. He had asked for me–me alone; he begged that I would do him the favour to see him for ten minutes. I don’t know why this announcement should have made me nervous; but it did. My heart beat at the prospect of entering into direct relations with Mr. Caliph. He is very clever, much thought of, and talked of; and yet I had vaguely suspected him–of I don’t know what!