CHAPTER II.

“Oh, what a dream I have had!” exclaimed Mrs. Claire, starting suddenly from sleep, just as the light began to come in dimly through the windows on the next morning; and, as she spoke, she caught hold of her husband, and clung to him, frightened and trembling.

“Oh, such a dream!” she added, as her mind grew clearer, and she felt better assured of the reality that existed.  “I thought, love, that we were sitting in our room, as we sit every evening—­baby asleep, I sewing, and you, as usual, reading aloud.  How happy we were! happier, it seemed, than we had ever been before.  A sudden loud knock startled us both.  Then two men entered, one of whom drew a paper from his pocket, declaring, as he did so, that you were arrested at the instance of Mr. Jasper, who accused you with having robbed him of a large amount of money.”

“Why, Edith!” ejaculated Edward Claire, in a voice of painful surprise.  He, too, had been dreaming, and in his dream he had done what his heart prompted him to do on the previous evening—­to act unfaithfully toward his employer.

“Oh, it was dreadful! dreadful!” continued Edith.  “Rudely they seized and bore you away.  Then came the trial.  Oh, I see it all as plainly as if it had been real.  You, my good, true, noble-hearted husband, who had never wronged another, even in thought—­you were accused of robbery in the presence of hundreds, and positive witnesses were brought forward to prove the terrible charge.  All they alleged was believed by those who heard.  The judges pronounced you guilty, and then sentenced you to a gloomy prison.  They were bearing you off, when, in my agony, I awoke.  It was terrible, terrible! yet, thank God! only a dream, a fearful dream!”

Claire drew his arms around his young wife, and clasped her with a straining embrace to his bosom.  He made no answer for some time.  The relation of a dream so singular, under the circumstances, had startled him, and he almost feared to trust his voice in response.  At length, with a deeply-drawn, sighing breath, nature’s spontaneous struggle for relief, he said—­

“Yes, dear, that was a fearful dream.  The thought of it makes me shudder.  But, after all, it was only a dream; the whispering of a malignant spirit in your ear.  Happily, his power to harm extends no further.  The fancy may be possessed in sleep, but the reason lies inactive, and the hands remain idle.  No guilt can stain the spirit.  The night passes, and we go abroad in the morning as pure as when we laid our heads wearily to rest.”

“And more,” added Edith, her mind fast recovering itself; “with a clearer perception of what is true and good.  The soul’s disturbed balance finds its equilibrium.  It is not the body alone that is refreshed and strengthened.  The spirit, plied with temptation after temptation through the day, and almost ready to yield when the night cometh, finds rest also, and time to recover its strength.  In the morning it goes forth again, stronger for its season of repose.  How often, as the day dawned, have I lifted my heart and thanked God for sleep!”