She drew closer to him, and kissed his cheek and his hand. (cid:147)I have pictured my daughter, to myself, as perfectly forgetful of me(cid:151)rather, altogether ignorant of me, and unconscious of me. I have cast up the years of her age, year after year. I have seen her married to a man who knew nothing of my fate. I have altogether perished from the remembrance of the living, and in the next generation my place was a blank.(cid:148) (cid:147)My father! Even to hear that you had such thoughts of a daughter who never existed, strikes to my heart as if I had been that child.(cid:148) (cid:147)You, Lucie? It is out of the Consolation and restoration you have brought to me, that these remembrances arise, and pass between us and the moon on this last night.(cid:151)What did I say just now?(cid:148)

(cid:147)She knew nothing of you. She cared nothing for you.(cid:148) (cid:147)So! But on other moonlight nights, when the sadness and the silence have touched me in a different way(cid:151)have affected me with something as like a sorrowful sense of peace, as any emotion that had pain for its foundations could(cid:151)I have imagined her as coming to me in my cell, and leading me out into the freedom beyond the fortress. I have seen her image in the moonlight often, as I now see you; except that I never held her in my arms; it stood between the little grated window and the door. But, you understand that that was not the child I am speaking of?(cid:148)

(cid:147)The (cid:2)gure was not; the(cid:151)the(cid:151)image; the fancy?(cid:148) (cid:147)No. That was another thing. It stood before my disturbed sense of sight, but it never moved. The phantom that my mind pursued, was another and more real child. Of her outward appearance I know no more than that she was like her mother. The other had that likeness too(cid:151)as you have(cid:151)but was not the same. Can you follow me, Lucie? Hardly, I think? I doubt you must have been a solitary prisoner to understand these perplexed distinctions.(cid:148) His collected and calm manner could not prevent her blood from running cold, as he thus tried to anatomise his old condition. (cid:147)In that more peaceful state, I have imagined her, in the moonlight, 165 A T A L E O F T W O C I T I E S

My picture was in her room, and I was in her prayers. Her life was active, cheerful, useful; but my poor history pervaded it all.(cid:148) (cid:147)I was that child, my father, I was not half so good, but in my love that was I.(cid:148) (cid:147)And she showed me her children,(cid:148) said the Doctor of Beauvais, (cid:147)and they had heard of me, and had been taught to pity me. When they passed a prison of the State, they kept far from its frowning walls, and looked up at its bars, and spoke in whispers. She could never deliver me; I imagined that she always brought me back after showing me such things. But then, blessed with the relief of tears, I fell upon my knees, and blessed her.(cid:148) (cid:147)I am that child, I hope, my father. O my dear, my dear, will you