Having put her down, he shook hands with the rest present, and departed.
When the street-door closed, she dropped on her knees at a chair with a cry--"Papa!" It was low and long; a sort of "Why hast thou forsaken me ?" During an ensuing space of some minutes, I perceived she endured agony.

She went through, in that brief interval of her infant life, emotions such as some never feel; it was in her constitution: she would have more of such instants if she lived.

Nobody spoke.

Mrs.Bretton, being a mother, shed a tear or two.

Graham, who was writing, lifted up his eyes and gazed at her.