Her eyes moved in search for him.
The act of speech, in health a mere emphasis of thought, was only to be attained by repetition of efforts; several times she believed herself to have spoken whilst silence still pressed her lips.

Only when the recollection of her last waking day was complete, and when the absence of her father from the room linked itself to memory of her anguished waiting for him, did she succeed in uttering the words which represented her fear.

Her mother was bending over her, aware of the new light in her questioning eyes.
'Where's father ?' Emily asked.
'You shall see him, dear,' was the reply.

'Don't speak.' 'He came home ?' 'Yes, he came home.' Emily fell back into thought; this great fear allayed, the only now, like an angel coming from afar over dark waters, past continued to rebuild itself within her mind.

And now, there gleamed the image of her love.