When the enemy gets into the citadel, who can say that he will ever be dislodged?
There is no safety but in keeping him out." "Still too serious, father," said Irene.

"There is no danger to be feared from any formidable enemy.

All these are very little things." "It is the little foxes that spoil the tender grapes, my daughter," Mr.Delancy replied; "and if the tender grapes are spoiled, what hope is there in the time of vintage?
Alas for us if in the later years the wine of life shall fail!" There was so sad a tone in her father's voice, and so sad an expression on his face, that Irene was touched with a new feeling toward him.

She again put her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly.
"Do not fear for us," she replied.

"These are only little summer showers, that make the earth greener and the flowers more beautiful.
The sky is of a more heavenly azure when they pass away, and the sun shines more gloriously than before." But the father could not be satisfied, and answered-- "Beware of even summer showers, my darling.