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 replied, "By all means, but the ledgers and books are all at my office, let me send for them. It will be nightfall by the time they come. Could you look in to-morrow morning? Or, better still, why not spend the night here?"

To which he replied: "You are very kind. Why stand on ceremony? My friend's house is my house. Let us go into the accounts to-morrow morning."

  In the depth of night, when everybody had supped and retired to rest, I stole silently into my master's guest-chamber, of which my husband was the sole occupant.

Remember, this was my first interview with my husband since I had come to woman's estate. How shall I tell you of the queer mixture of pride and shame I felt? I am a sad chatter-box, but when I first addressed him, the words would not come, somehow. I felt as if I dared not speak. I began to tremble in every limb. I could hear my heart beating. My tongue