CHAPTER XX.
THE PALSIED HEART.
_THE_ shock to Mr.Delancy was a fearful one, coming as it did on a troubled, foreboding state of mind; and reason lost for a little while her firm grasp on the rein of government.

If the old man could have seen a ray of hope in the case it would have been different.
But from the manner and language of his daughter it was plain that the dreaded evil had found them; and the certainty of this falling suddenly, struck him as with a heavy blow.
For several days he was like one who had been stunned.

All that afternoon on which his daughter returned to Ivy Cliff he moved about in a bewildered way, and by his questions and remarks showed an incoherence of thought that filled the heart of Irene with alarm.
On the next morning, when she met him at the breakfast-table, he smiled on her in his old affectionate way.

As she kissed him, she said, "I hope you slept well last night, father ?" A slight change was visible in his face.
"I slept soundly enough," he replied, "but my dreams were not agreeable." Then he looked at her with a slight closing of the brows and a questioning look in his eyes.
They sat down, Irene taking her old place at the table.

As she poured out her father's coffee, he said, smiling, "It is pleasant to have you sitting there, daughter." "Is it ?" Irene was troubled by this old manner of her father.