Mortimer looked up and glanced around the narrow room suspiciously, and then smiled to think how his fancy had cheated him. The face was Edward Walters. XIV. _Where more is meant than meets the ear._ IL PENSEROSO. XIV. A CLOUD WITH A SILVER LINING. _The Strange Visit--The Lawyer--Walter and Mr. Flint--The Clouds--A Strip of Sunshine--Mortimer._ About two hours after the incident related at the close of our last chapter, Edward Walters stepped from the door of Mrs. Snarle's house, waving his hand kindly to Daisy, who stood on the steps, and watched him till he turned out of Marion-street. But we must turn back a little. After leaving the Tombs, our friend went in search of Mortimer's residence, actuated by an impulse which he neither attempted to control nor understand--an impulse like that which had prompted him to visit the prison. He was led into the little parlor by Mrs. Snarle, to whom he represented himself as one deeply interested in the misfortunes of Mortimer, and desirous of assisting him. His own astonishment surpassed that of Mrs. Snarle, when he found her entirely ignorant of the arrest. While he was speaking, and Mrs. Snarle--who stood with her hand on the back of a chair, from which she had just risen--was regarding him with a vacant stare, Daisy stepped into the room, without knowing that it was occupied. Edward Walters ceased speaking, and fixed his eyes on what, to him, seemed an apparition. He had seen that pale, pensive face in his dreams for years. It had followed him out to sea, and in far lands where he sought to avoid it. He arose from the sofa, and approached Daisy with hesitating steps, as if he were afraid she would vanish into thin air before he reached her. Daisy shrunk from him, and looked inquiringly at her mother. Walters laid his hand on the girl's arm. "Sometimes," he said, looking her full in the eyes--"sometimes the mind wanders back to childhood, and we have visions of pleasant fields and familiar places. Something we had forgotten comes back to us in shadow--voices, faces, incidents! Did you ever see a snow-storm in your thought?" Daisy started as if in sudden pain. Walters watched the effect of his question with unconcealed emotion. "Yes," said Daisy, lifting up her eyes wonderingly. "I knew it," said the man, abstractedly, taking Daisy's hand. The girl drew back in fear, and Mrs. Snarle stepped between them. "My words seem strange, lady; but I knew her when she was a babe." And he turned his frank face to Daisy. "What do you know of me?" cried Daisy, grasping his arm eagerly. "Everything." "O, sir, do not deal in mystery! If you know aught of this child's life, in mercy speak!" and Mrs. Snarle caught his hand. "I can tell nothing now." And with this he abruptly put on his hat, strode into the hall and out of the front door, waving his hand to Daisy, who, as we have said, stood on the steps, and watched him till he was out of sight.