The pale and wasted condition of that face had never so struck him before.
"Ah, Cara," said he, dropping his knife and fork, "it is dreadful to live in this way.

Dreadful! dreadful!" The poor, almost heart-broken wife could command herself no longer; and she laid her face down upon her husband and sobbed--the more convulsively from her efforts to regain self-possession.
"Oh, Henry!" she at length murmured, "if the past were only ours! If we could but live over our lives, with some of the experience that living gives, how differently should we act! But, surely, hope is not clean gone for ever! Is there not yet a better and a brighter day for even us ?" "There is, Cara! There is!" replied Ellis, in tones of confidence.

"It has been a long, long night, Cara; a cold and cheerless night.

But the morning breaks.

There is not much strength left in this poor arm," and he extended his right hand, that trembled like an aspen leaf--"but it can yet do something.