"I cannot help myself, father. The die is cast. Oh bear up with me! I will be to you a better daughter than I have ever been. My life shall be devoted to your happiness. In that I will find a compensation. All is not lost--all is not ruined. My heart is as pure as when I left you three years ago. I come back bleeding from my life-battle it is true, but not in mortal peril--wounded, but not unto death--cast down, but not destroyed." All the muscles of Mr. Delancy's face quivered with suppressed feeling as he stood looking at his daughter, who, as she uttered the words, "cast down, but not destroyed," flung herself in wild abandonment on his breast. CHAPTER XX. THE PALSIED HEART. _THE_ shock to Mr. Delancy was a fearful one, coming as it did on a troubled, foreboding state of mind; and reason lost for a little while her firm grasp on the rein of government. If the old man could have seen a ray of hope in the case it would have been different. But from the manner and language of his daughter it was plain that the dreaded evil had found them; and the certainty of this falling suddenly, struck him as with a heavy blow. For several days he was like one who had been stunned. All that afternoon on which his daughter returned to Ivy Cliff he moved about in a bewildered way, and by his questions and remarks showed an incoherence of thought that filled the heart of Irene with alarm. On the next morning, when she met him at the breakfast-table, he smiled on her in his old affectionate way. As she kissed him, she said, "I hope you slept well last night, father?" A slight change was visible in his face. "I slept soundly enough," he replied, "but my dreams were not agreeable." Then he looked at her with a slight closing of the brows and a questioning look in his eyes. They sat down, Irene taking her old place at the table. As she poured out her father's coffee, he said, smiling, "It is pleasant to have you sitting there, daughter." "Is it?" Irene was troubled by this old manner of her father. Could he have forgotten why she was there? "Yes, it is pleasant," he replied, and then his eye dropped in a thoughtful way. "I think, sometimes, that your attractive New York friends have made you neglectful of your lonely old father. You don't come to see him as often as you did a year ago." Mr. Delancy said this with simple earnestness. "They shall not keep me from you any more, dear father," replied Irene, meeting his humor, yet heart-appalled at the same time with this evidence that his mind was wandering from the truth. "I don't think them safe friends," added Mr. Delancy, with seriousness. "Perhaps not," replied Irene. "Ah! I'm glad to hear you say so. Now, you have one true, safe friend. I wish you loved her better than you do." "What is her name?" "Rose Carman," said Mr. Delancy, with a slight hesitation of manner, as if he feared repulsion on the part of his daughter.