In the morning it goes forth again, stronger for its season of repose.

How often, as the day dawned, have I lifted my heart and thanked God for sleep!" Thus prompted, an emotion of thankfulness arose in the breast of Claire, but the utterance was kept back from the lips.

He had a secret, a painful and revolting secret, in his heart, and he feared lest something should betray its existence to his wife.

What would he not have given at the moment to have blotted out for ever the memory of thoughts too earnestly cherished on the evening before, when he was alone with the tempter?
There was a shadow on the heart of Edith Claire.

The unusual mood of her husband on the previous evening, and the dream which had haunted her through the night, left impressions that could not be shaken off.
She had an instinct of danger--danger lurking in the path of one in whom her very life was bound up.
When Edward was about leaving her to go forth for the day, she lingered by his side and clung to him, as if she could not let him pass from the safe shelter of home.
"Ah! if I could always be with you!" said Edith--"if we could ever move on, hand in hand and side by side, how full to running over would be my cup of happiness!" "Are we not ever side by side, dear ?" replied Claire, tenderly.