On the return of the family, my host was met at the door with such accounts of what had happened as led him at once to see and question his daughter.

It was not, therefore, till he had heard her story that I saw him.

More agitated than I should have expected from one under ordinary circumstances so calm and self-possessed, he entered my room with a face whose paleness and compressed lips indicated intense emotion; and, laying his hand on my shoulder, expressed his feeling rather in look and tone than in his few broken and not very significant words.

After a few moments, however, he recovered his coolness, and asked me to supply the deficiencies of Eveena's story.

I told him briefly but exactly what had passed from the moment when I missed her to that of her rescue.