He did not explain that it was under a heavy mortgage, and that, even if sold, the amount realized would be a trifle compared with his need on the following day.

During the greater part of the night, Mortimer walked the floor of his chamber; and, for a portion of the time, his wife moved like a shadow by his side.

But few words passed between them.
When the day broke, Mrs.Mortimer was lying on the bed, asleep.
Tears were on her cheeks.

In a crib, beside her, was a fair-haired child, two years old, breathing sweetly in his innocent slumber; and over this crib bent the husband and father.

His face was now calm, but very pale, and its expression of sadness, as he gazed upon his sleeping child, was heart-touching.