He has been failing very fast since you saw him yesterday, and now--" They had been walking softly and talking softly down the aisle between the long rows of beds.

"Would you care to see him ?" The doctor made a slight gesture toward the white canvas screen which in such places forms the death-chamber of the poor and friendless.

"Come round this way--he won't know you! I've got rather fond of the poor old fellow.

He wouldn't have a clergyman--sort of agnostic, isn't he?
A good many of these Germans are--but the young lady who's been coming to see him--" They both stopped.

Lindau's grand, patriarchal head, foreshortened to their view, lay white upon the pillow, and his broad, white beard flowed upon the sheet, which heaved with those long last breaths.