A trembling hand upon the lock warned Mrs.Costello, and she met her daughter at the door and brought her in.
Lucia had been struggling all day--ever since she knew that she was, at last, to see her father--to forget the one moment when they had met before; and all her efforts had been worse than useless.

She came in, agitated and distressed, with the vision of that night clear and vivid before her recollection.

So it was at the threshold.

Her mother led her to the bedside, and the vision fled.

Her eyes fell upon a face, little darker than her own, where not the slightest flush even of life-like colour remained, where a perfect calm had given back their natural nobleness to the worn features, and where scarcely a line was left to show the trace of life's sins or sufferings.