He signed to me to put my ear to his mouth.

He whispered faintly, 'Are you sure ?' It was no time to deceive him; I said, 'Positively sure.' He waited a little, gasping for breath, and then he whispered again, 'Feel under my pillow.' I found under his pillow a letter, sealed and stamped, ready for the post.

His next words were just audible and no more--'Post it yourself.' I answered, of course, that I would do so--and I did post the letter with my own hand.

I looked at the address.

It was directed to a lady in London.