She was moving on, after having entered the building, in the direction of the apartment occupied by her father, when an attendant stepped up, and touching her arm in a respectful manner, said-- "This direction, if you please." There was something in the manner of the attendant that seemed to Eugenia a little mysterious, but she followed as he led the way.

He soon paused at the door of an apartment, and half whispering in her ear said-- "Your father is in this room." Eugenia entered alone.

Her father was standing near the fire in an attitude of deep thought.

He lifted his eyes as she entered, and looked her inquiringly in the face for some moments.

She saw in an instant that he was greatly changed--that reason had, in fact, again assumed her sway over the empire of his mind.
"My dear, dear father!" she instantly exclaimed, springing toward him.
"Eugenia! Eugenia!" he ejaculated, in turn, as he held her from him for a moment or two.