"My daughter! My daughter——"
"Stop!" ordered the Governor in commanding tones, the puzzled look on his face giving way to one of recognition, relief.
"I've placed you now—yes, by Jove, I'm right—I know you!" He laughed with the surprise of it all.
Ilingsworth continued to stare vacantly into space.
"'And the rest by the names underneath,'" quoted the Governor, touching him on the arm, as though to arouse him.
"Eh?" exclaimed the prisoner, working his fingers convulsively through his hair.
"Listen to this!" And the Governor recited with almost boyish glee:
"'I recognise Dante because he's tab-eared,
And Virgil I know by his wreath,
Old Homer I tell by his rough shaggy beard—
And the rest by the names underneath.'"
"Don't you remember it?" he added, when he had finished the verse.
Ilingsworth's face lighted up.