Just then Lilly heard her mother calling her, and she started and ran away in the direction from which the voice came. The man's face grew slightly pale, and he was evidently much agitated. As he had done on the evening previous, he rose up hastily and walked away. But in a short time he returned, and appeared to be carefully looking about for some one. At length he caught sight of Lilly's mother. She was sitting with her eyes upon the ground, the child leaning upon her, and looking into her face, which he saw was thin and pale, and overspread with a hue of sadness. Only for a few moments did he thus gaze upon her, and then he turned and walked hurriedly from the garden. Mrs. Canning sat alone with her child that evening, in the handsomely-furnished apartments she had hired on arriving in Paris. "He told you that he knew Aunt Hannah?" she said, rousing up from a state of deep thought. "Yes, ma. He said he used to know her." "I wonder"-- A servant opened the door, and said that a gentleman wished to see Mrs. Canning. "Tell him to walk in," the mother of Lilly had just power to say. In breathless suspense she waited for the space of a few seconds, when the man who had spoken to Lilly in the Gardens of the Tuileries entered and closed the door after him. Mrs. Canning raised her eyes to his face. It was her husband! She did not cry out nor spring forward. She had not the power to do either. "That's him now, mother!" exclaimed Lilly. "It's your father!" said Mrs. Canning, in a deeply breathed whisper. The child sprung toward him with a quick bound and was instantly clasped in his arms. "Lilly, dear Lilly!" he sobbed, pressing his lips upon her brow and cheeks. "Yes! I am your father!" The wife and mother sat motionless and tearless with her eyes fixed upon the face of her husband. After a few passionate embraces, Canning drew the child's arms from about his neck, and setting her down upon the floor, advanced slowly toward his wife. Her eyes were still tearless, but large drops were rolling over his face. "Margaret!" he said, uttering her name with great tenderness. He was by her side in time to receive her upon his bosom, as she sunk forward in a wild passion of tears. All was reconciled. The desolate hearts were again peopled with living affections. The arid waste smiled in greenness and beauty.