"No, sir. She knows it's you, sir. Will his honour walk in?"
Mr. Randolph, with a gentle footfall, came in and stood by the side of the couch.
"Daisy my poor little Daisy!" he said.
"Papa! "
This one word was rich in expression; joy and love so filled it. Daisy added nothing more. She put her arms round her father's neck as he stooped his lips to her face, held him fast and returned his kisses.
"Cannot you sleep?" The question was very tenderly put.
"I did sleep, papa."
"I did not wake you?"
"No, papa. I was awake, looking at the moonlight."
"Pain would not let you sleep, my poor darling?"