Her eyes seemed never a moment from his face.
"What is the matter, dear ?" she asked, as soon as they had left the table.

"Are you not well ?" "No; I am sick," he replied, sadly.
"Sick ?" ejaculated the wife, in alarm.
"Yes, sick at heart." Mrs.Bancroft sighed deeply.
"My cup is not yet full, Mary," he said, in a bitter tone.

"There is yet more gall and wormwood to be added.

We must go back to the two rooms, and live as we began some sixteen or seventeen years ago.

My salary, from this day, is to be only five hundred dollars.