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"What do you say, Basil!"

"You were always so fond of children You----"

"I never could endure theht enjoy it Indeed, I was so sure that I promised for you It will be such a pleasure to me also, dear"

"I will have no such childish nonsense in ht to do so This is ave me it, and it is my own I----"

"It seems, then, that I intrude in your house Is it so? Speak, Dora"

"If you will ask questions you must take the answer You do intrude when you come with such ridiculous proposals--in fact, you intrude very often lately"

"Does Mr Mostyn intrude?"

"Mr Mostyn takes ives me a little sensible pleasure You think I can be interested in a Christmas tree The idea!"

"Alas, alas, Dora, you are tired of me! You do not love ot o hoet a divorce"

At this last word the whole er that was at once righteous and impetuous

"How dare you use that word to me?" he demanded "To the priest of God no such word exists I do not know it You areYou are my wife forever, whether you dith hty has tied You are mine, Dora Stanhope! Mine for time and eternity! Mine forever and ever!"

She looked at hie she had never i herself on the sofa in a ind of passion She cried aloud against his claily infused with a childish dismay and panic

"I will not be your wife forever!" she shrieked "I will never be your wife again--never, not for one hour! Let o! Take your hands off ht wo her in his arms said, even on her lips, "You ARE my dear wife! You arethat is right, reasonable I will do We can never part"