Her hour had come.
Jane fell upon her knees, at the window, and prayed for strength, wisdom, and courage.

She could realise absolutely nothing.

She had thought so much and so continuously, that all mental vision was out of focus and had become a blur.

Even his dear face had faded and was hidden from her when she frantically strove to recall it to her mental view.

Only the actual fact remained clear, that in a few short minutes she would be taken to the room where he lay.