"You mustn't do it," he said, with a first and last outburst of courage.

"Give me a minute, my dear--oh, good gracious, give me a minute!" He searched in his pocket again, and produced another letter.

His eyes wandered towards the door; drops of perspiration oozed out on his forehead.

He laid the second letter on the table; he looked at his wife, and--ran out of the room.
Mrs.Gallilee opened the second letter.

Another dissatisfied tradesman?
No: creditors far more formidable than the grocer and the butcher.
An official letter from the bankers, informing Mr.Gallilee that "the account was overdrawn." She seized her pass-book, and her paper of calculations.