"And now, dear wife, let us try to forget that there has been ever any coldness or clashing between us.

Let us enjoy the present, and be as happy in each other as if no cloud, even the slightest, had ever come over our intercourse as husband and wife." "Yes," she said.

Then, lifting her face, and gazing earnestly into his, "How pale and exhausted you look!" she cried in alarm.

"I have talked, and let you talk, too much and too excitingly.

I'm afraid cousin Arthur will say I am but a poor sort of nurse.