Oh, pitiless world, that pursues its business and its pleasure, that takes its fill of life from the rising to the going down of the sun, and within sound of its clamour is this hiding-place of anguish and desolation! 'Mother, here's Mr.Kirkwood.' Repeated several times, the words at length awoke consciousness.

The dying woman could not move her head from the pillow; her eyes wandered, but in the end rested upon Sidney.

He saw an expression of surprise, of anxiety, then a smile of deep contentment.
'I knew you'd come.

I did so want to see you.

Don't go just yet, will you ?' The lump in his throat hindered Sidney from replying.