At last he spoke.
"Eva!" he said, in a voice that trembled with emotion, "my wife! my darling wife! do you not know me ?" His voice, full of love, sounded in her ear like the sweetest music ever played by the angels of God.

At the sound of her name she turned round and looked anxiously in his face--a moment more, and he had scarcely finished speaking, before she had thrown herself in his arms.
"Alfred! my husband!" she murmured, as she pillowed her head in his bosom, "at last--at last!" "Oh, Heavenly Father!" exclaimed Alfred, raising her head and gazing fondly at the wan and emaciated features of his wife "_is this_ all I find ?" His words were those of anguish, wrung out from a tortured heart.

It was not so he expected to meet his wife.
"Rise, darling," he continued, "rise, and let us leave this place--let us go where friends are." She rose up, and leaning on his arm, moved off, when he suddenly confronted Awtry, who had stood with anxious and palpitating heart for the closing of the scene.

"Stay awhile, dearest," Alfred went on, as soon as he perceived Awtry, "Look at this man--do you know him ?" Mrs.Wentworth looked at him for some time, but failed to recognize Awtry.

"I do not know him," she said, shaking her head.
"This is very strange conduct on your part, Mr.Wentworth," said Awtry, believing himself safe.
"Ha!" exclaimed Mrs.Wentworth, "it is his voice.