Daisy's eyes were closed; the knitted brow had smoothed itself out in slumber; the deep breath told how profound was the need that weakness and weariness had made.

He stood still.

The black woman's hand softly drew the curtain between Daisy's face and the moonlight, and then she noiselessly withdrew herself almost out of sight, to a low seat in a corner.

So Mr.Randolph betook himself to his station in the doorway; and whether he slept or no, the hours of the night stole on quietly.

The breeze died down; the moon and the stars shone steadily over the lower world; and Daisy slept, and her two watchers were still.