"Can this be my own Eugenia?
Surely we are both dreaming! But it is! It is!" and he drew her to his bosom, and held her there in a long-strained embrace.
"But what does all this mean, my dear child?
Why are we here?
What place is it?
Why am I so unlike myself that I doubt my own identity?
Why am I so changed?
Surely! surely! I am not Hubert Ballantine!" "Be composed, dear father!" said Eugenia, with an instinctive feeling of concern.

"We will go from here at once, and then we will talk over all that seems strange to you now." As she said this, Eugenia pulled a bell, and requested the attendant who answered to call the principal of the institution.

He came immediately, and she had a brief interview with him in regard to the propriety of removing her father instantly.

He acquiesced, and ordered a carriage to be brought to the door.

In this she entered with him, and directed the driver to take them to the Tremont House in Boston.