Daisy felt it, knew it, but what could she do?
She was afraid to speak to say anything.

She turned her face a little to Dr.Sandford; he saw an agony struggling in the eye that appealed to him.

This was not what he wanted.
"She knows it almost too well," he said, coming to the rescue; "I have been her gaoler all these days; a severe one." "Are you glad to see me, Daisy ?" said Mr.Randolph.
Daisy half raised herself, half glanced at his face, and turning from him threw herself upon Dr.Sandford's arm with a cry and gave way to a deep passion of weeping.

Deep and still; her sobs could not but be heard, but they were kept under as much as the heaving of that little breast could bear.

Mr.Randolph's pale face flashed; and the doctor saw that his precautions had been too good.
"Why Daisy!" he said lightly, "is this your self-command ?" "Let me have her--" said Mr.Randolph.