I did write to him from Paris, and I scribbled a few words to Everett yesterday." "It is very odd that he should never have written to me." "Did you expect him to write ?" "To tell you the truth, I rather did.

Not that I should have dreamed of his corresponding with me had he spoken to me on a certain subject.

But as, on that subject, he never opened his mouth to me, I almost thought he would write." "Do you mean about money ?" she asked in a very low voice.
"Well;--yes; I do mean about money.

Things hitherto have gone so very strangely between us.

Sit down, dear, till we have a real domestic talk." "Tell me everything," she said, as she nestled herself close to his side.
"You know how it was at first between him and me.