her supposition. In spite of their twinship of soul, and in spite of
that habit of loving which was involved in their belief "that they had
been husband and wife in many a previous existence," Mr. and Mrs. Julius
Sandal disagreed as conventionally as the ordinary husband and wife of
one existence. The day on which the Florence letter was written had been
a very unhappy one for Sophia. Julius had quarrelled with her about some
very trivial affair, and had gone out in a temper disgracefully at
variance with the occasion for it; and Sophia had sat all day nursing
her wrath in her darkened room. She did not dress for the evening drive,
for she had determined to "keep up" her anger until Julius made her some
atonement.

But when he came home, she could not resist his air of confidence and
satisfaction. He had quite forgotten the affair at the breakfast-table,
and was only eager for her help and sympathy. "I have seen Harry," he
said.

"Very well. You came here to find him. I suppose I can see him also. I
am sure I need to see some one. I have been neglected all day;
suffering, lonely,"--

"Sophia, you and I are here to look after our own affairs a little. If
you are willing to help me, I shall be glad; if not"--

"You know I will help you in any thing I can, Julius."

Then he kissed her, and she cried a little, and he kissed her again; and
she dressed herself, and they went for a drive, and during it met Harry,
and brought him back to dine with them. Julius was particularly pleasant
to the unsuspicious soldier. He soon perceived that he was thoroughly
disgusted with the rigor and routine of military life, and longing to
free himself from its thraldom; and he encouraged him in the idea.

"I wonder how you stand it, Harry," he said sympathetically.

"You see, Julius, when I went into the army, I was so weary of
Sandal-Side; and I liked the uniform, and the stir of an officer's life,
and the admiration of the girls, and the whole _eclat_ of the thing. But
when a man's time comes, and he falls so deeply in love that he cares
for nothing on earth but one woman, then he hates whatever comes between
himself and that woman."

"Naturally so. I suppose it is the young lady I saw you walking with
this morning."

And Harry blushed like a girl as he gravely nodded his head.

"Does she live here?"

"She will for the future."

"And you must go back to your regiment?"

"Almost immediately."

"Too bad! Too bad! Why not leav