over desired to lie down and to have some tea.

Emotion number two returned to Mrs. Coleman immediately. Tea at that
time, the things having been all cleared away and washed up! She did
not, however, like openly to object, but she did go so far as to
suggest that perhaps cold water would be better, as there might be
inflammation. Zachariah, although he was accustomed to give way,
begged for tea; and it was made ready, but not with water boiled
there. She would not again put the copper kettle on the fire, as it
was just cleaned, but she asked to be allowed to use that which
belonged to the neighbour downstairs who kept the shop. The tea-
things were replaced when Zachariah had finished, and his wife
returned to her duties, leaving him sitting in the straight-backed
Windsor-chair, looking into the grate and feeling very miserable.

In the afternoon Rosoman Street was startled to see a grand carriage
stop at Zachariah's door, and out stepped the grand doctor, who,
after some little hesitation and inquiry, made his way upstairs.
Having examined our friend, he pronounced him free from all mortal or
even serious injury--it was a case of contusion and shaken nerves,
which required a little alterative medicine, and on the day after to-
morrow the patient, although bruised and sore in the mouth, might go
back to work.

The next morning he was better, but nevertheless he was depressed.
It was now three months since his wedding-day, and the pomp and
beauty of the sunrise, gold and scarlet bars with intermediate lakes
of softest blue, had been obscured by leaden clouds, which showed no
break and let loose a cold drizzling rain. How was it? He often
asked himself that question, but could obtain no satisfactory answer.