'What, Hender your wife?' said Kate, with an intonation of voice that was full of pain. A dagger thrust suddenly through her side as she went up the staircase could not have wounded her more cruelly than the news that the woman who had been her assistant now owned the house that once was hers. The story of the dog in the manger is as old as the world. Through the windows of the little public sitting-room nothing was visible; everything was shrouded in the yellow curtain of fog. A commercial traveller had drawn off his boots, and was warming his slippered feet by the fire. 'Dreadful weather, sir,' said the man. 'I'm afraid it won't do your cough much good. Will you come near the fire?' 'Thank you,' said Ralph. Kate mechanically drew forward a chair. It would be impossible for them to say a word, for the traveller was evidently inclined to be garrulous, and both wondered what they should do; but at that moment the chambermaid came to announce that the gentleman's room was ready. He took up his boots and retired, leaving the two, who had once been husband and wife, alone; and yet it seemed as difficult as ever to speak of what was uppermost in their minds. Kate helped Ralph off with his great-coat, and she noticed that he looked thinner and paler. The servant brought up two glasses of grog, and when Kate had taken off her bonnet, she said: 'Do you think I'm much altered?' 'Well, since you ask me, Kate, I must say I don't think you're looking very well. You're thinner than you used to be, and you've lost a good deal of your hair.' 'I've only just recovered from a bad illness,' she said, sighing, and as she raised the glass to her lips the gaslight defined the whole contour of her head. The thick hair that used to encircle her pale prominent temples like rich velvet, looked now like a black silk band frayed and whitened at the seam. 'But what have you been doing? Have things gone pretty well with you?' said Ralph, whose breath came from him in a thin but continuous whistle. 'What happened when I got my decree of divorce?' 'Nothing particular for a while, but afterwards we were married.' 'Oh!' said Ralph, 'so he married you, did he? Well, I shouldn't have expected it of him. So we're both married. Isn't it odd? And meeting, too, in this way.' 'Yes, many things have happened since then. I've been on the stage--travelling all over England.' 'What! you on the stage, Kate?' said Ralph, lifting his head from his hand. 'Oh lord! oh lord! how--Ha! ha! oh! but I mustn't la-ugh; I won't be able to breathe.' Kate turned to him almost angrily, and the ghost of the prima donna awakening in her, she said: 'I don't see what there is to laugh at. I've played all the leading parts, and in all the principal towns in England--Liverpool, Manchester, Leeds. The Newcastle Chronicle said my Serpolette was the best they'd seen.'