"What do I say?
Alas--a task! to thank the preserver of my father's life--I know not what I say: help me, sir, to papa--I am weak--I am--" Reilly flew to her, and caught her in his arms just in time to prevent her from falling.
"My God!" exclaimed her father, getting to his feet, "what is the matter?
I was wrong to mention the circumstance so abruptly; I ought to have prepared her for it.

You are strong, Reilly, you are strong, and I am too feeble--carry her to the settee.

There, God bless you!--God bless you!--she will soon recover.

Helen! my child! my life! What, Helen! Come, dearest love, be a woman.

I am safe, as you may see, dearest.