It was in the middle of the night. The 'watcher' who sat up in company with Joel, slumbered in his chair. He did not slumber, but sat with eyes fixed on his wife, who for some time seemed to be resting easier than before. Presently her lips moved. Her husband bent over her.
'Joel.'
'I am here, my darling.'
'Joel.'
'Yes, dearest.'
'We have not lived right'
'No, dear.'
'You do not think we have lived right, do you?'
'No, oh! no.'