So they remained for a time longer.

At length, the young man lifted himself up, and fixed his eyes upon her.

His countenance was pale and sad, and bore traces of intense suffering.
"My husband! my dear husband!" murmured Edith.
"My wife! my good angel!" was the low, thrilling response; and Claire pressed his lips almost reverently upon the brow of his wife.
"I have had a fearful dream, Edith!" said he; "a very fearful dream.
Thank God, I am awake now." "A dream, Edward ?" returned his wife, not fully comprehending him.
"Yes, love, a dream; yet far too real.

Surely, I dreamed, or was under some dire enchantment.

But the spell is gone--gone, I trust, for ever." "What spell, love?
Oh, speak to me a plainer language!" "I think, Edith," said the young man, after remaining thoughtfully silent for some time, "that I will try and get another place.