"You must not fail us now." "Thank you, my sweet young monitor," replied Mr.Delancy, partially recovering himself; "it was the weakness of a moment.

Irene," and he looked toward his daughter, "leave me with my own thoughts for a little while.

Take her, Rose, to her own room, and God give you power to speak words of consolation; I have none." Rose drew her arm within that of Irene, and said, "Come." But Irene lingered, looking tenderly and anxiously at her father.
"Go, my love." Mr.Delancy waved his hand.
"Father! dear father!" She moved a step toward him, while Rose held her back.
"I cannot help myself, father.

The die is cast.

Oh bear up with me! I will be to you a better daughter than I have ever been.