There is no one to take my place, and the sales will begin by the time I can get there." "But you are too sick to go out, Edward." "I feel much better than I did, Edith.

This little rest has refreshed me a great deal." "No--no, Edward! You must not go away," said his wife in a distressed voice.

"You are sick now, and the extra exertion of an evening may throw you into a serious illness." "I feel a great deal better, dear," urged Claire.

"But, sick or well, I must be there to-night, for the sale cannot go on without me.

If I do not feel better to-morrow, I will ask Mr.F---- to get some one, temporarily, in my place." Still Edith opposed, but in vain.
By the time Claire arrived at the auction store, his head was throbbing with a pain so intense that he could scarcely see.