I was for months in the blinding mazes of a delicious dream; but I am awake now--fully awake, and older--how much older it makes me shudder to think--than I was when lulled into slumber by melodies so new, and wild, and sweet, that it seemed as if I had entered another state of existence.

Yes, father, I am awake now; startled suddenly from visions of joy and beauty into icy realities, like thousands of other dreamers around me.

Pride?
Oh, my father!" And Fanny laid her head down upon the breast of her parent, and wept bitterly.
Mr.Markland was at a loss what answer to make.

So entire a change in the feelings of his daughter toward Mr.Lyon was unsuspected, and he scarcely knew how to explain the fact.

Fascinated as she had been, he had looked for nothing else but a clinging to his image even in coldness and neglect.