herself, she would rather he would scold her, and have done with it,
than keep on looking like a thunder-cloud, and not speaking at all. He
was not more disgusted with her conduct than she was herself, and she
would own it in a minute if he would but say a kind word to open the
way.

But he did not; and they made their preparations for the night and
sought their pillows in uncomfortable silence, Zoe wetting hers with
tears before she slept.




CHAPTER IV.

"Forbear sharp speeches to her. She's a lady
So tender of rebukes, that words are strokes,
And strokes death to her."--SHAKSPEARE.


As we have said, the storm lasted for a week; and all that time Edward
and Zoe were slowly drifting farther and farther apart.

But at last the clouds broke and the sun shone out cheerily. It was
about the middle of the forenoon when this occurred.

"Oh," cried Miss Deane, "do see the sun! Now I shall no longer need to
encroach upon your hospitality, my kind entertainers. I can go home by
this afternoon's train, if you, Mr. Travilla, will be so very good as to
take or send me to the depot."