He saw a shadow creep into his wife's face; Mrs. Ridley saw the
shadow reflected almost as a frown from his. She knew what was in
her husband's thoughts, knew that he felt hurt and restless under
her continued reluctance to have him go into any company where wine
and spirits were served to the guests, and feeling that a longer
opposition might do more harm than good, answered, with as much
heartiness and assent as she could get into her voice:

"Very well, but it will cost you the price of a new dress, for I
have nothing fit to appear in."

The shadow swept off Mr. Ridley's face.

"All right," he returned. "I received a fee of fifty dollars to-day,
and you shall have every cent; of it."

In the week that intervened Mrs. Ridley made herself ready for the
party; but had she been preparing for a funeral, her heart could
scarcely have been heavier. Fearful dreams haunted her sleep, and
through the day imagination would often draw pictures the sight of
which made her cry out in sudden pain and fear. All this she
concealed from her husband, and affected to take a pleased interest
in the coming entertainment.

Mrs. Ridley was still a handsome woman, and her husband felt the old
pride warming his bosom when he saw her again among brilliant and
attractive women and noted the impression she made. He watched her
with something of the proud interest a mother feels for a beautiful
daughter who makes her appearance in society for the first time, and
his heart beat with liveliest pleasure as he noticed the many