He snatched her from the floor and placed her upon his knee with his arm round her; but though conscious that she was held against his breast, Daisy was conscious too that there was no relenting in it; she knew her father; and her deadly paleness continued.

Mr.Randolph saw that there would be no singing that night, and that the conflict between Daisy and him must be put off to another day.

Making excuse to those near, that she was not well, he took his little daughter in his arms and carried her up stairs to her own room.

There he laid her on the bed and rang for June, and staid by her till he saw her colour returning.

Then without a word he left her.
Meanwhile Capt.