But Mr. Jordan did not sleep for a long time.  What! was he, after all, to be allowed his liberty out of doors, provided he relinquished it within?  Was it really the case that his wife, satisfied with her house and furniture and income, did not care a jot whether he stayed away or came home?  There, indeed, gleamed a hope.  When Mr. Jordan slept, he dreamed that he was back again in lodgings at Islington, tasting an extraordinary bliss.  Day dissipated the vision, but still Mrs. Jordan spoke not a word of his absence, and with trembling still he hoped.