She was alone one evening with her children, who had become the sole
treasures of her heart, and on whom she lavished every attention
possible, when the ringing of the bell notified her of the presence of
a visitor. Calling the servant, she bade her admit the person at the
door. The negro left the room to do her mistress' bidding, and shortly
after, a handsome gentleman of about thirty-five years of age entered.

"Good morning, Mrs. Wentworth," he said, on entering the room. "I
trust yourself and children are in good health."

Mrs. Wentworth rose from her chair, and, slightly inclining her head,
replied: "To what circumstance am I indebted for the honor of this
visit, Mr. Awtry?"

"Nothing very particular, madam," he replied; "but hearing of your
husband's departure, I thought I should lake the liberty of paying a
visit to an old acquaintance, and of offering my services, if you
should ever need them."

"I thank you for your kindness; and should I _ever_ need your
services, you may depend upon my availing myself of your offer;
although," she added, "I do not think it likely I shall stand in need
of any assistance."

"I rejoice to hear it, my dear madam," he replied; "but I trust," he
continued, on noticing the look of surprise which covered her
features, "that you will not think my offer in the least insulting;
for I can assure you, it was only prompted by the most friendly
motives, and the recollections of past days."