Lillie left Mrs. Larue early, without a word as to the great event which had just changed the world for her, and retired to her own house and her own room. She was in a state of being, half stunned, half ecstatic; every faculty seemed to be suspended, except so far as it was electrified to action by one idea; she sat by the window with folded hands, motionless, seeing and hearing only through her memory; she sought to recollect him as he was when he took her hand and kissed it; she called to mind all that he had said and looked and done. She could not tell whether she had been thus occupied five minutes or half an hour, when she heard the tinkle of the door-bell, followed by her father's entrance. Then suddenly a great terror and sense of guilt fell upon her spirit. From the moment when that confession of love had been uttered down to this moment her mind had been occupied by but one human being, and that was her lover. Now, for the first time during the evening, she recollected that the man of her choice was not the man of her father's choice, but, more than almost any other person, the object of his suspicion, if not of his aversion. Yet she loved them both; she could not take sides with one against the other; it would kill her to give up the affection of either. All impulse, all passion, blood and brain as tremulous as quicksilver, she ran down stairs, opened the door into the study where the doctor stood among his boxes, wavered backward under a momentary throb of fear, then sprang forward, threw her arms around his neck and sobbed upon his shoulder, "Oh, papa!--I am so happy!--so miserable!" The doctor stared in astonishment and in some vague alarm. Hardly aware of how much energy he used, he detached her from him and held her out at arm's length, looking anxiously at her for an explanation. "Oh, don't push me away," begged Lillie, and struggled back to him, trying to hide her face against his breast. A suspicion of the truth fell across the Doctor, but he strove to fling it from him as one dashes off a disagreeable reptile. Still, he looked quite nervous and apprehensive as he said, "What is it, my child?" "Mr. Carter will tell you," she whispered; then, before he could speak, "Do love him for my sake." He pushed her sobbing into a chair, and turned his back on her with a groan. "Oh!--_That_ man!--I can't--I won't." He walked several times rapidly up and down the room, and then broke out again. "I can _not_ consent. I will _not_ consent. It is _not_ my duty. Oh, Lillie! how could you choose the very man of all that--! I tell you this must not be. It must stop here. I have _no_ confidence in him. He will _not_ make you happy. He will make you miserable. I tell you that you will regret the day that you marry him to the last moment of your life. My child," (persuasively) "you _must_ believe me. You _must_ trust my judgment. Will you not be persuaded? Will you not stop where you are?"