"Dear Irene!" he murmured in her ears; and then her hand tightened on his. And thus she remained until conscious life regained its full activity. Then the trial came. Suddenly lifting herself from the bosom of her husband, Irene gave a hurried glance around the well-known chamber, then turned and looked with a strange, fearful questioning glance into his face: "Where am I? What does this mean?" "It means," replied Emerson, "that the dream, thank God! is over, and that my dear wife is awake again." He placed his arms again around her and drew her to his heart, almost smothering her, as he did so, with kisses. She lay passive for a little while; then, disengaging herself, she said, faintly-- "I feel weak and bewildered; let me lie down." She closed her eyes as Emerson placed her back on the pillow, a sad expression covering her still pallid face. Sitting down beside her, he took her hand and held it with a firm pressure. She did not attempt to withdraw it. He kissed her, and a warmer flush came over her face. "Dear Irene!" His hand pressed tightly upon hers, and she returned the pressure. "Shall I call your father? He is very anxious about you." "Not yet." And she caught slightly her breath, as if feeling were growing too strong for her. "Let it be as a dream, Hartley." Irene lifted herself up and looked calmly, but with a very sad expression on her countenance, into her husband's face. "Between us two, Irene, even as a dream from which both have awakened," he replied. She closed her eyes and sunk back upon the pillow. Mr. Emerson then went to the door and spoke to Mr. Delancy. On a brief consultation it was thought best for Dr. Edmundson not to see her again. A knowledge of the fact that he had been called in might give occasion for more disturbing thoughts than were already