If you can show me sufficient cause, I will be reasonable and obey; but do not say again I should be disturbing him, for it is not true." "He is too ill for you to see him--his symptoms are too painful.

In fact, it would not be proper; and were you to go in in defiance of advice, you would regret it all your after life." "Is he dying ?" Mr.Carlyle hesitated.

Ought he to dissemble with her as the doctors had done?
A strong feeling was upon him that he ought not.
"I trust to you not to deceive me," she simply said.
"I fear he is--I believe he is." She rose up--she grasped his arm in the sudden fear that flashed over her.
"You are deceiving me, and he is dead!" "I am not deceiving you, Lady Isabel.

He is not dead, but--it may be very near." She laid her face down upon the soft pillow.
"Going forever from me--going forever?
Oh, Mr.Carlyle, let me see him for a minute--just one farewell! Will you not try for me!" He knew how hopeless it was, but he turned to leave the room.
"I will go and see.

But you will remain here quietly--you will not come." She bowed her head in acquiescence, and he closed the door.