He thought rapidly over the occurrences of the last night, the quarrel, and the end of it.

He had often struck her before when angry, and heaped all kinds of bitter words upon her; but, in the morning, she bore no malice, and the previous quarrel was forgotten, or, at least, passed over.

Why should the last night's dispute not have the same end?
Hayes calculated all this, and tried to smile.
"I hope we're friends, Cat ?" said he.

"You know I was in liquor last night, and sadly put out by the loss of that fifty pound.

They'll ruin me, dear--I know they will." Mrs.Hayes did not answer.
"I should like to see the country again, dear," said he, in his most wheedling way.