When I married my husband, I was prepared to share all his troubles.

I have been obedient to him in everything." "And has your marriage brought you happiness, Marian ?" "I love my husband," she answered with a plaintive reproachful look, as if there had been a kind of cruelty in his straight question.

"I do not suppose that there is such a thing as perfect happiness in the world." The answer was enough for Gilbert Fenton.

It told him that this girl's life was not all sunshine.
He had not the heart to push his inquiries farther.

He felt that he had no right to remain any longer, when in all probability his presence was a torture to the girl who had injured him.
"I will not prolong my visit, Marian," he said regretfully.
"It was altogether a foolish one, perhaps; but I wanted so much to see you once more, to hear some explanation of your conduct from your own lips." "My conduct can admit of neither explanation nor justification," she replied humbly.