For hours she lay in a kind of nervous stupor, the most fantastic and troubled images floating through her brain.  Sometimes she would start up, at the imagined sound of her husband’s voice, and spring to the chamber-door to meet him.  But the chilling reality would drive her back in tears.  Where now were the crowds of friends that but a short time since had hovered round her?  They were but fashionable, soulless insects—­the cold winds of adversity had swept them away.  Since the failure and death of her father, not one of the many who had called her friend had come near her lonely dwelling.  But she could not complain.  More than one friend had she deserted, when misfortune came suddenly upon them.

She took no food through the whole of that dreadful day, and could find no oblivious sleep during the night of agony that followed.  On the next day, just as she had determined to go again to the prison, her quick ear recognised the foot-fall of her husband.  She sprang to meet him, with a gladder heart than she had known for many weeks—­but his cold manner and brief words threw back upon her feelings a sickening chill.

“We must move from here, Julia,” said he, after a few silent moments, and looked at her as though he expected objection as a matter of course.

“I am willing, if it is necessary, Henry.  I will go anywhere with you.”

Her manner softened his feelings, and he said more tenderly,

“Things are changed with me, Julia.  In expectation of something handsome from your father, I have been imprudent, and am now largely in debt.  The Messrs. R. & L. will not, I am sure, take me back into their store, and it will be hard, I am afraid, for me to get a situation in town.  Our furniture, which I have secured to you, is all we have, except about money enough to pay our quarter’s rent now due.  I see no wiser plan for us than to sell this furniture, except enough for one chamber, and then go to boarding.  It will bring a sum sufficient to pay our board and other expenses for at least one year, if we manage prudently; and, surely, I can get something to do in the mean time.”

“I am willing for anything, dear Henry!” said his wife, twining her arms about his neck, and laying her pale cheek to his.  The furniture was accordingly sold, and the reduced and humbled couple removed to a boardinghouse.

As he had expected, Warburton found it hard to get employment.  Finally, after doing nothing for two months, he accepted the situation of bar-keeper at one of the city hotels.  Julia pleaded hard with him not to go there, for she feared the influence of such a place upon him, but he would listen to no argument.

His wife soon began to observe indications of a change for the worse in his character.  He grew more pettish and dissatisfied, and frequently acted towards her with great unkindness.  He was rarely, if ever, at home before midnight, and then repulsed every affectionate act or word.  Several times he came in intoxicated, and once, while in that state, he struck her a severe blow on the head, which caused an illness of several weeks.