'I have ruined him; because I would not deal treacherously towards her!' In the course of half an hour a figure opened the door of the apartment.
'Ah--who's that ?' she said, starting up, for it was dark.
'Your husband--who should it be ?' said the worthy merchant.
'Ah--my husband!--I forgot I had a husband!' she whispered to herself.
'I missed you at the station,' he continued.

'Did you see Anna safely tied up?
I hope so, for 'twas time.' 'Yes--Anna is married.' Simultaneously with Edith's journey home Anna and her husband were sitting at the opposite windows of a second-class carriage which sped along to Knollsea.

In his hand was a pocket-book full of creased sheets closely written over.

Unfolding them one after another he read them in silence, and sighed.
'What are you doing, dear Charles ?' she said timidly from the other window, and drew nearer to him as if he were a god.
'Reading over all those sweet letters to me signed "Anna,"' he replied with dreary resignation.
_Autumn_ 1891.
TO PLEASE HIS WIFE.