A dead pallor was in her face.
"Oh, give me strength--self control--motives to duty!"-- in weakness and fear her quivering heart cried upwards.
"Jessie!" How long she had been sitting thus Mrs.Dexter knew not.
She started.

It was the voice of her husband.
"Not ready yet, I see!" His tones were rough--his manner excited.
"And the carriage has stood at the door for ten minutes." "I am ready!" she answered, starting up, and lifting her bonnet from the bed.
"It is no matter now.

The sun is setting, and I have ordered the carriage back to the stable.

You only consented to go on my account; and I am impatient under mere acquiescence." "You wrong me, Mr.Dexter," said his wife, with unusual earnestness of manner.

"I am ready to go with you at all times; and I strive in all things to give you pleasure.