"You little saint," he said when he left her, "you're too good for me, but all that's best in me belongs to you—my precious."
She went to the door with him and said "good-night" bravely.
Then she shut the door and shivered. When at last she made her way through the hall to the library, she seemed to be pushing against some barrier, so that her way was slow.
On the threshold of that room she stopped.
"Dad," she said, sharply.
"My darling."
He sprang to his feet just in time and caught her.
She lay against his heart white and still. The strain of the last two days had been too great for her, and Little-Lovely Leila had fainted dead away.