She looked with but half-conscious fearfulness at the figures darkening her view.

Sidney moved so that his face was in the light, and, bending near to her, asked if she recognised him.

A smile--slow-forming, but unmistakable at last--amply justified what her grandfather had said.

She made an effort to move her hand towards him.

Sidney responded to her wish, and again she smiled, self-forgetfully, contentedly.
Snowdon turned to Mrs.Peckover, and, after a few words with regard to the treatment that was being pursued, said that he would now relieve her; she lingered, but shortly left the room.