We all want rest.

Go, Florence.
You have been dreaming.' The dream she had had, was over then, God help her! and she felt that it could never more come back.
'I will remain here to light you up the stairs.

The whole house is yours above there,' said her father, slowly.

'You are its mistress now.
Good-night!' Still covering her face, she sobbed, and answered 'Good-night, dear Papa,' and silently ascended.

Once she looked back as if she would have returned to him, but for fear.