By a great effort he regained complete consciousness; mind alone seemed to be left to him, his body was dead.
Was he, then, really to be prevented from keeping his promise to Ida?
All the suffering of his previous life amassed was nothing to what Waymark endured during the successive quarters of this hour.

His brain burned: his eyes had no power to gather the growing daylight.

That one name was his single perception; the sound of it, uttered incessantly in thought, alone seemed to keep him conscious.

He could feel something slightly warm on his cheeks, but did not know that it was the streaming of tears from his darkened eyes.

Then he lost consciousness once more.
The clock struck eight..