Excerpt: ...on a plate by her bedside? They are Jaffa oranges, and finer fruit, Alice, my dear, I have seldom tasted After that, go to Cavendish Square, and leave this note at the doctor's. Oh, nothing's too good for her growled the jealous woman, thinking of the fruit; to which he replied by offering her several of the oranges not used in his experiment. Bearing these, she withdrew, throwing a spiteful glance and leaving the door unshut, so that her master distinctly heard her open Margaret's door, come out again, and finally leave the house. Now, I'll give her a quarter of an hour to waken,...