But he had not thought of leaving Woodbine Lodge.

Far distant was this from his imagination.

True--but Agnes looked with a quick intuition from cause to effect.

The elements of happiness no longer existed here for her husband; or, if they did exist, he had not the skill to find them, and the end would be a searching elsewhere for the desired possession.
"You did not answer my question, Agnes," said Mr.Markland, after the children had retired for the evening, and they were again alone.
"What question ?" inquired Mrs.Markland; and, as she lifted her eyes, he saw that they were dim with tears.
"What troubles you, dear ?" he asked, tenderly.
Mrs.Markland forced a smile, as she replied, "Why should I be troubled?
Have I not every good gift the heart can desire ?" "And yet, Agnes, your eyes are full of tears." "Are they ?" A light shone through their watery vail.

"Only an April shadow, Edward, that is quickly lost in April sunshine.