"Ain't you well to-night ?" Now, so far as her bodily state was concerned, Irene never felt better in her life.

So she could not plead indisposition.
"I feel well," she replied, glancing up into her husband's face in a cold, embarrassed kind of way.
"Then your looks belie your condition--that's all.

If it isn't the body, it must be the mind.

What's gone wrong, darling ?" The tenderness in Hartley's tones was genuine, and the heart of Irene leaped to his voice with a responsive throe.

But was he not her master and tyrant?
How that thought chilled the sweet impulse! "Nothing wrong," she answered, with a sadness of tone which she was unable to conceal.