He had called her, but did not continue to speak.
'Yes, father ?' 'It's only for to-night.

You'll--you'll sit with me again as usual ?' 'Oh, I hope so!' A rush of tears had its way as she closed the door, something so deeply pathetic had there been in that appeal.

It was the first time that her misery had found this outlet; unable to calm herself at once, she turned aside into her bedroom.

Tears did not come to her readily; indeed, it was years since she had shed them; the fit shook her with physical suffering.

The weeping would not stay itself, and to force her sobs into silence was almost beyond her power.