But his look at me was so infinitely glad and sweet, that my senses failed me again. I did not sink down; but I stood without sight or hearing. The clasp of his hand recalled me.
"It is Daisy!" he said smiling. "Daisy, and not a vision. My
Daisy! How is it?"
"What can I do for you?" I said hastily.
"Nothing. Stand there. I have been looking at you; and thought it was long till you would look at me."
"I was busy."
"Yes, I know, love. How is it, Daisy? When did you come back from Switzerland?"
"Months ago."
"I did not know of it."
"Letters failed, I suppose."
"Then you wrote?"