But life as the source of splendid pictures, inexhaustible material for effects--_that_ can reconcile me to existence, and that only.

It is a delight followed by no bitter after-taste, and the only such delight I know." Harriet was very quiet when Julian returned.

She went about getting the tea with a sort of indifference; she let a cup fall and break, but made no remark, and left her husband to pick up the pieces.
"Waymark thinks I'm neglecting him," said Julian, with a laugh, as they sat down together.
"It's better to neglect him than to neglect me, I should think," was Harriet's reply, in a quiet ill-natured tone which she was mistress of.
"But couldn't we find out some way of doing neither, dear ?" went on Julian, playing with his spoon.

"Now suppose I give him a couple of hours one evening every week?
You could spare that, couldn't you?
Say, from eight to ten on Wednesdays ?" "I suppose you'll go if you want to." said Harriet, rising from the tea-table, and taking a seat sulkily by the window.
"Come, come, we won't say any more about it, if it's so disagreeable to you," said Julian, going up to her, and coaxing her back to her place.
"You don't feel well to-day, do you?
I oughtn't to have left you this afternoon, but it was difficult to refuse, wasn't it ?" "He had no business to ask you to go.

He could see I didn't like it." Waymark grew so accustomed to receiving Ida's note each Monday morning, that when for the first time it failed to conic he was troubled seriously.