A deep, fluttering sigh succeeded to this sign of feeling.

Then her lips parted, and she spoke audibly to herself.
"Oh, that I knew how to win him back from the path of danger! He does not love his home; and yet how have I striven to make it attractive! How much have I denied myself! and how much yielded to and thought of him! He is always kind to me; and he--yes--I know he loves me; but--ah!" The low voice trembled back sighing into silence.

Still, for a long time, the unhappy wife sat almost as motionless as if in sleep.

Then, as some thought grew active towards a purpose in her mind, she arose, and laying Ella on the bed, began busying herself in some household duties.
The afternoon passed slowly away, yet not for a moment was the thought of her husband absent from the mind of Mrs.Wilkinson.
"What ought I to do?
How shall I make his home sufficiently attractive ?" This was her over and over again repeated question; and her thoughts bent themselves eagerly for some answer upon which her heart might rest with even a small degree of hope.
The prolonged, intense anxiety and alarm of the previous night, added to bodily fatigue and loss of rest, were not without their effect upon Mrs.Wilkinson.Early in the day she suffered from lassitude and a sense of exhaustion; and, after dinner, a slight headache was added; this increased hourly, and by four o'clock was almost blinding in its violence.

Still, she tried to forget herself, and what she suffered in thinking about and devising some means of saving her husband from the dangers that lay hidden from his own view about his footsteps.
"If I could only add some new attraction to his home!" she murmured to herself, over and over again.
Sometimes she would hold her temples with both her hands, in the vain effort to still, by pressure, the throbbing arteries within, while she continued to think of her husband.
As tea-time drew near, Mrs.Wilkinson left Ella in the care of a domestic, and went into the kitchen to prepare some delicacy for the evening meal of which she knew her husband was fond; this engaged her for half an hour, and the effort increased the pain in her aching head.
The usual time at which Mr.Wilkinson came home arrived, and his wife, who had returned to her chamber, sat with her babe on her bosom, listening for the well-known welcome sound of her husband's footsteps in the passage below.