There was an expression on her countenance that was full of meaning; yet its import he did not understand.
"Only you, and Ella, and I ?" said he.
"Yes; only we three.

Now, I have been wondering all day, John, whether there was any real necessity for just we three having so large a house to live in.

I don't think there is.

It is an expense for nothing, and makes work for nothing." "How you talk, Mary!" "Don't I talk like a sensible woman ?" said the young wife, smiling.
"We can't go into a smaller house, dear." "And why not, pray ?" "Our position in society"-- Mr.Wilkinson did not finish the sentence; for he knew that argument would be lost on his wife.
"We are not rich," said Mrs.Wilkinson.
"No one knows that better than myself," replied the husband, with more feeling than he meant to exhibit.
"And, if the truth were known, are living at an expense beyond what we can afford.

Speak out plainly, dear, and say if this is not the case." "I shouldn't just like to say that," returned Wilkinson; yet his tone of voice belied his words.
"It is just as I supposed," said Mrs.Wilkinson, growing more serious.
"Why have you not confided in me?
Why have you not spoken freely to me on this subject, John?
Am I not your wife?
And am I not ready to bear all things and to suffer all things for your sake ?" "You are too serious Mary,--too serious by far.