But he felt again that Daisy was nervously excited, by the quiver that passed over her little frame.
"So you think, Daisy," said the doctor leaning towards her,--"that the white and the black spirits have a fight over the people of this world ?" Daisy hesitated, struggled, quivered, with the feeling and the excitement which were upon her, tried for self-command and words to answer.

Mr.Randolph saw it all and did not hurry her, though she hesitated a good deal.
"You think they have a quarrel for us ?" repeated the doctor.
"I don't know, Dr.Sandford--" Daisy answered in a strangely tender and sober voice.

It was strange to her two hearers.
"But you believe in the white spirits, I suppose, as well as in the other branch of the connection ?" "Papa," said Daisy, her feeling breaking a little through her composure so much as to bring a sort of cry into her voice--"there is joy among the angels of heaven whenever anybody grows good!--" She had turned to her father as she spoke and threw her arms round his neck, hiding her face, with a clinging action that told somewhat of that which was at work in her mind.

Mr.Randolph perhaps guessed at it.

He said nothing; he held her close to his breast; and the curtain drew at that moment for the last tableau.