looking breathlessly. I felt more and more sure as he drew
nearer, if that can be when I had been sure all along; but,
would he know me? Would he even see me, in the first place? So
many ladies walk on Pennsylvania avenue; why should his eye
pick me out? and he was riding so fast too, there would be but
one instant to see or miss me. I would not like to go again
through the suspense of that minute, though it was almost too
intense to be conscious pain. I stood, all eyes, while that
figure came on, steady, swift, and moveless, but for the quick
action of the horse's muscles. I dared not make a sign,
although I felt morally sure who it was, until he was quite
close to me; then, I do not know whether I made it or not. I
think not; but the horse wheeled, just as he was past me; I
did not know a horse could wheel so short; and the rider had
dismounted at the same instant it seemed, for he was there, at
my side, and my hand in his. I certainly forgot at that minute
all I had stored up to say to Mr. Thorold, in the one great
throb of joy. He did not promise to be easily managed, either.

"Daisy!" was his first question - "Daisy, where have you
been?"

"I have been here - a while."

"I heard it from Aunt Catherine yesterday - I should have
found you before another day went over - Daisy, how long?"

I hardly liked to tell him, he looked so eager and so
imperative, and so much as if he had a right to know, and to
have known. But he did not wait for the answer; and instead,