"Mr.Dinsmore," he said, "she is begging so piteously for her papa that, perhaps, it would be well for you to show yourself again; it is just possible she may recognize you" Mr.Dinsmore waited for no second bidding, but following the physician with eager haste, was the next moment at the bedside.
The little girl was moving restlessly about, moaning, "Oh! papa, papa, will you never come ?" "I am here, darling," he replied in tones of the tenderest affection.

"I _have_ come back to my little girl" She turned her head to look at him.

"No, no," she said, "I want my papa." "My darling, do you not know me ?" he asked in a voice quivering with emotion.
"No, no, you shall not! I will never do it--_never_.

Oh! make him go away," she shrieked, clinging to Mrs.Travilla, and glaring at him with a look of the wildest affright, "he has come to torture me because I won't pray to the Virgin." "It is quite useless," said the doctor, shaking his head sorrowfully; "she evidently does not know you." And the unhappy father turned away and left the room to shut himself up again alone with his agony and remorse.
No one saw him again that night, and when the maid came to attend to his room in the morning, she was surprised and alarmed to find that the bed had not been touched.
Mr.Travilla, who was keeping a sorrowful vigil in the room below, had he been questioned, could have told that there had been scarcely a cessation in the sound of the footsteps pacing to and fro over his head.

It had been a night of anguish and heart-searching, such as Horace Dinsmore had never passed through before.