SUNDAY, 1 P.M.
We will not say that in his own chamber , and while changing his slippers for boots and his linen-wrapper to a coat more fit for the street , he did not more than once gnash his teeth , utter an oath below his breath , and curse the whole race of meddling women . But if he did so , he said nothing aloud ; and if his dark brows were darker than usual , no human eye saw them . He had writing materials upon the table in that room -- _ that room _ , the best in the house , and into which , on the night to follow , he had expected to be accompanied by _ his bride _ . He sat down at the table but a moment , but in that moment he dashed off , with a hand wonderfully steady under the circumstances , the following note : SUNDAY , 1 P.M. _ Miss Harris _ : -- You have meddled successfully , and whether you are right or wrong in what you allege , I shall not be here to contest the question . If your husband , if you ever get one , keeps half as close a watch over you , he will probably see quite enough to satisfy him . Perhaps you will be kind enough to communicate _ this _ to Miss Mary Crawford , and thus finish the obligations under which I rest . Yours , humbly , EGBERT CRAWFORD .