"Father, I am here.

Look at me, speak to me.

I am here--everything is not lost.

I am here, and all is well." His lips twisted into a smile, a smile of cunning, almost of glee; then he groaned, and the cry rose again: "I can't remember--all is lost! Ruined! My poor child! Have pity on my child!" As she clung to him, supporting him as she clung, she felt a shudder run through him, and he fell a lifeless heap upon her shoulder.
The minutes--were they minutes or years ?--passed, and were broken into fragments by a cry from Jessie.
"Miss Ida! Miss Ida! He's--the master's dead!'" Ida raised her father's head from her shoulder and looked into his face, and knew that the girl had spoken the truth.
He was dead.

She had lost both father and lover in one day!.