He knows what pleasure it is to me to decipher them and make out their history--almost, alas! the only pleasure left to me, except you, my darling." "Professor Moyes adopts your opinion always, dad.

He knows, as every other antiquary knows, that you are the greatest living authority on the subject which you have made a lifetime study--that of the bronze seals of the Middle Ages." "Ah!" sighed the old man, "if I could only write my great book! It is the pleasure debarred me.

Years ago I started to collect material; but my affliction came, and now I can only feel the matrices and picture them in my mind.

I see through your eyes, dear Gabrielle.

To me, the world I loved so much is only a blank darkness, with your dear voice sounding out of it--the only voice, my child, that is music to my ears." The girl said nothing.