She was always by his side, in spirit; her voice always in his ears; her dear face always before him.

"The cup is dashed to pieces at my feet, and the precious wine spilled!" How many, many, many times, each day, did he hear these words uttered, always in that sad, half-desponding voice that first brought them to his ears; and they kept hope in the future alive.
The separation which had taken place Hendrickson regarded as one step in the right direction.

When the application for a divorce was made, he hailed it with a degree of inward satisfaction that a little startled himself.

"It is another step in the right direction," he said, on the instant's impulse.
Reflection a little sobered him.

"Even if the divorce is granted, what will be her views of the matter ?" There came no satisfactory answer to this query.
A thick curtain still veiled the future.