CHAPTER XIII.
"Joy! the lost one is restored!!
Sunshine comes to hearth and board."
MRS. HEMANS.
"O remembrance!
Why dost thou open all my wounds again?"
LEE'S THEODOSIUS.
"I am a fool,
To weep at what I am glad of."
SHAKS. TEMPEST.
"But these are tears of joy! to see you thus, has filled
My eyes with more delight than they can hold."
CONGREVE.
Mr. Dinsmore was roused from the painful reverie into which he had fallen by a light rap on his dressing-room door; and, supposing it to be some one sent to consult him concerning the necessary arrangements for the funeral, he rose and opened it at once, showing to the doctor, who stood there, such a grief-stricken countenance as caused him to hesitate whether to communicate his glad tidings without some previous preparation, lest the sudden reaction from such despairing grief to joy so intense should be too great for the father to bear.