How low was Eglington's estimate of humanity! In the silence that followed the door of her room opened, and her father entered.

He held in one hand a paper, in the other a candle.

His face was passive, but his eyes were burning.
"David--David is coming," he cried, in a voice that rang.

"Does thee hear, Faith?
Davy is coming home!" A woman laughed exultantly.

It was not Faith.