Raymond had intended going to Lulu early in the day; but anxiety about the babe, and sympathy with Violet, kept him with them till late in the afternoon.
When at last he did go to his prisoner, he found her feverish with anxiety and fear for the consequences of her mad act of the day before.
She had been longing for his coming, moving restlessly about the room, feeling that she could not endure the suspense another moment; had at length thrown herself into a chair beside the window, and, as was her wont in times of over-wrought feeling, buried her face on her folded arms, laid on the window-sill.
She started up wildly at the sound of his step and the opening of the door.
"Papa," she cried breathlessly, "O papa! what--what have you come to tell me?
Is--is the baby"-- "She is living, but far from out of danger," he said, regarding her with a very grave, stern expression; but it softened as he marked the anguish in her face.
He sat down, and drew her to his knee, putting his arm about her waist, and with the other hand clasping one of hers.
He was startled to feel how hot and dry it was.
"My child!" he exclaimed, "you are not well." She dropped her head on his shoulder, and burst into a passion of tears and sobs.

"Papa, papa! what shall I do if baby dies?
Oh! I would do or bear any thing in the world to make her well." "I don't doubt it, daughter," he said; "but a bitter lesson we all have to learn is, that we cannot undo the evil deeds we have done.

Oh! let this dreadful occurrence be a warning to you to keep a tight rein upon your quick temper." "Oh! I do mean to, indeed I do," she sobbed; "but that won't cure the dear baby's hurt.

Papa, all day long I have been asking God to forgive me.

Do you think he will ?" "I am sure that he has already done so, if you have asked with your heart, and for Jesus' sake.