k still looked
gaunt and sallow, and was avowedly not returned to his usual health.

Rosamond set forth house-hunting, dropping Terry ere long at the
Library, where she went to make inquiries, and find the sine qua
non. When she reached the sitting-room at the hotel, she found
Frank cowering over the fire in an arm-chair, the picture of
despondency. Of course, he did not hear her entrance, and she
darted up to him, and put her hand on his shoulder. He looked up to
her with an attempt at indifference.

"Well, Frank!"

"Well, Rose! How have you sped?"

"I have got a house; but it is in Marine Terrace. I don't know what
you'll say to me."

"I don't know that it signifies."

"You are shivering! What's the matter?"

"Only, it is very cold!"

(Aside. "Ring the bell, Terry, he is as cold as ice.") "Did you
see her?"

"Oh yes. Did you have any luncheon?" ("Some port-wine and hot
water directly, please.")

"Yes, I believe so. You are not ordering anything for me? There's
nothing amiss--only it is so cold."

"It is cold, and you are not to be cold; nor are we to be cold, sir.
You must go to bed early in the evening, Terry," said Rosamond, at
last. "I shall make nothing of him while you are by, and an hour's
more sleep will not be lost on you."

"Will you come and tell me then, Rosey? I deserve something."

"What, for sleeping there instead of here, when you've nothing to
do?"

"Indeed, but I have. I want to make out this little Chaucer. I
shall go down to the coffee-room and do it."

"Well, if you like poking out your eyes with the gas in the coffee-
room, I have no objection, since you are too proud to go to bed.
Wish him good night first, and do it naturally."

"Nature would be thrown away on him, poor fellow," said Terry, as he
roused Frank with difficulty to have 'Good night' roared into his
ear, and give a listless hand. He was about to deal with Rosamond
in the same way, but she said--

"No, I am not going yet," and settled herself opposite to him, with
her half-knitted baby's shoe in her hands, and her feet on the
fender, her crape drawn up from the fire, disposed for conversation.
Frank, on the other hand, fell back into the old position, looking
so wretched that she could bear it no longer, picked up the tube,
forced it on him, and said, "Do tell me, dear Frank. You used to
tell me long ago."

He shook his head. "That's all over. You are very good, Rosamond,
but you should n