I shall have them at my table--I shall let them see that the shadow which enveloped me was ephemeral; that a woman can rise above all weakness in the support of a husband she loves and honors as I do Mr.Packard." She must have looked majestic.

Her voice thrilling with anticipated triumph rang through the room, awaking echoes which surely must have touched the heart of this man if, as I had sometimes thought, he cherished an unwelcome admiration for her.
But when he answered, there was no hint in his finely modulated tones of any chord having been touched in his breast, save the legitimate one of respectful appreciation of a woman who fulfilled the expectation of one alive to what is admirable in her sex.
"Your idea is a happy one," said he.

"I can give you three names now.
Those of Judge Whittaker, Mr.Dumont, the lawyer, and the two Mowries, father and son." "Thank you.

I am indebted to you, Mr.Steele, for the patience with which you have met and answered my doubts." He made some reply, added something about not seeing her again till he returned with the mayor, then I heard the door open and quietly shut.
The interview was over, without my having felt called upon to show myself.

An interval of silence, and then I heard her voice.