"The sea air will do me good." "We will go to-morrow, then," was the unhesitating response.

Not made with interest or feeling; but promptly, as the dictate of wifely duty.
Just half an hour previous to this brief interview, Mr.Dexter was sitting in one of the parlors, and near him were two men, strangers, in conversation.

The utterance by one of them of his wife's name, caused him to be on the instant all attention.
"She's charming!" was the response.
"One of the most fascinating women I have ever met! and my observation, as you know, is not limited.

She would produce a sensation in Paris." "Is she a young widow ?" "No--unfortunately." "Who, or what is her husband ?" was asked.
"A rich nobody, I'm told." "Ah! He has taste." "Taste in beautiful women, at least," was the rejoinder.
"Is he here ?" "I believe so.

He would hardly trust so precious a jewel as that out of his sight.