An hour afterward, when she was laid to sleep in a temporary bed, made for her on the floor, her heavy eyelids fell quickly, with their long lashes upon her cheeks, and she was soon in the world of dreams.
Then followed a long and serious conference between Edward and his wife.
"I saw Mr.Melleville to-day," said the former.
"Did you?
I am glad of that," was answered.
"He will give me a place." "Glad again." "But, Edith, as I supposed, he can only pay me a salary of four hundred dollars." "No matter," was the prompt reply; "it is better than five hundred where you are." "Can we live on it, Edith ?" Edward spoke in a troubled voice.
"Why not?
It is but to use a little more economy in our expenses--to live on two dollars a week less than we now spend; and that will not be very hard to do.

Trust it to me, dear.

I will bring the account out even.

And we will be just as happy.

As happy?
Oh, a thousand times happier! A hundred dollars! How poorly will that compensate for broken peace and a disquieted conscience.