The heavy tread of a man's foot was there; but the sound ceased all at once--so did the voices.

A little while afterwards Mr.Dewey came down stairs, and went out, as I have said.

Some minutes passed before I heard the rustle of Mrs.Dewey's garments.

There was the air of one disturbed and ill at ease about her, when she entered; and though she made an effort to seem pleased, all was forced work.

Poor woman! The path she selected to walk in through the world has proved rough and thorny, I fear, beyond any thing dreamed of in her young imagination.".