“As you like,” trembled on Wilford’s lips, but he beat back the words and walked up and down the room, knowing now that his journey must be deferred till morning, and wondering if Katy would hold out till then. It was long past midnight, but to retire was impossible, and so for one whole hour he paced through the room, while Katy lay with her eyes closed and her lips moving occasionally in words of prayer she tried to say, asking God to help her, and praying that she might in future lay her treasures up where they could not so suddenly be swept away. Wearily the hours passed, and the gray dawn was stealing into the room when Wilford again approached his wife and said, “You know I was to have left home last night on business. As I did not go then it is necessary that I leave this morning. Are you able to stay alone for three days more? Are you willing?” “Yes—oh yes,” Katy replied, feeling that to have him gone while she battled with the pain lying so heavy at her heart, would be a great relief. Perhaps he suspected this feeling in part, for he bit his lip impatiently, and without another word called up the servant whose duty it was to prepare his breakfast. Cold and cheerless seemed the dining-room, to which an hour later he repaired, and tasteless was the breakfast without Katy there to share it. She had been absent many times before, but never just as now, with this wide gulf between them, and as he broke his egg and tried to drink his coffee, Wilford felt like one from whom every support had been swept away. He did not like the look on Katy’s face or the sound of her voice, and as he thought upon them, self began to whisper again that she had no right to stand out so long when he had confessed everything, and by the time his breakfast was finished, Wilford Cameron was, in his own estimation, an abused and injured man, so that it was with an air of defiance rather than humility that he went again to Katy. She, too, had been thinking, and as the result of her thoughts she lifted up her head as he came in and said, “I can kiss you now, Wilford.” It was human nature, we suppose—at least it was Wilford’s nature—which for an instant tempted him to decline the kiss proffered so lovingly; but Katy’s face was more than he could withstand, and when again he left that room the kiss of pardon was upon his lips and comparative quiet was in his heart. “The picture, Wilford,—please bring me the picture, I want to see it,” Katy called after him, as he was running down the stairs. Wilford would not refuse, and hastily unlocking his private drawer he carried the case to Katy’s room, saying to her, “I would not mind it now. Try and sleep awhile. You need the rest so much.” Katy knew she had the whole day before her, and so she nestled down among her pillows and soon fell into a quiet sleep, from which Esther at last awakened her, asking if she should bring her breakfast to her room.