The angry, passionate words spoken by Ronald--almost the first he had ever uttered--soon faded from his mind, but they rankled like poisoned arrows in Dora's heart.

She believed them.

Before evening her husband repented of his anger, and called himself a coward for having scolded Dora.

He went up to her and raised her face to his.
"Little wife," He said, "we have both been wrong.

I am very sorry--let us make friends." There was just a suspicion of sullenness in Dora's nature, and it showed itself in full force now.
"It is no matter," she replied, coolly; "I knew long ago that you were tired of me." Ronald would not answer, lest they should quarrel again, but he thought to himself that perhaps she was not far wrong.
From that day the breach between them widened.