Drive on, old man.
I'm really beginning to feel excited." "'The fact is," said Dacres, "I have a certain set of expressions about the child-angel that will come whenever I begin to describe her." "It strikes me, though, that you are getting on pretty well.

You were speaking of 'love and tenderness.' Well ?" "Well, she lay there senseless, you know, and I gently unclasped her hands and began to rub them.

I think the motion of carrying her, and the fresh air, had both produced a favorable effect; for I had not rubbed her hands ten minutes when she gave a low sigh.

Then I rubbed on, and her lips moved.

I bent down close so as to listen, and I heard her say, in a low voice, "'Am I at home ?' [Illustration: "I BENT DOWN CLOSE."] "'Yes,' said I, gently, for I thought it was best to humor her delirious fancy.
"Then she spoke again: "'Is that you, papa dear ?' "'Yes, darling,' said I, in a low voice; and I kissed her in a kind of paternal way, so as to reassure her, and comfort her, and soothe her, and all that sort of thing, you know." At this Hawbury burst into a shout of laughter.
"What the mischief are you making that beastly row about ?" growled Dacres.
"Excuse me, old boy.