"
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
instances in which she attracted and held people by the grace of her
manner and the charm of her conversation.
"God bless her!" he said in his heart fervently as the love he bore
her warmed into fresher life and moved him with a deeper tenderness,
and then he made for her sake a new vow of abstinence and set anew
the watch and ward upon his appetite. And he had need of watch and
ward. The wine-merchant's bill for that evening's entertainment was
over eight hundred dollars, and men and women, girls and boys, all
drank in unrestrained freedom.
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