Still there was no answer.
"Let me remember it in my prayers."
Then in a breaking voice Daniel Mylrea replied:
"In your prayers my poor name has never been forgotten."
At that the Bishop tottered a pace backward.
"Light," he said, faintly. "More light."
He touched a bell on the table, and sank quietly into his chair. Daniel Mylrea fell to his knees at the Bishop's feet.
"Father," he said in a fervent whisper, and put his lips to the Bishop's hand.
The door was opened, and a servant entered with candles. At the same moment Daniel Mylrea stepped quickly out of the room.
Then the little maiden leaped from the floor to the Bishop's side.