When the summons of the bell had gained him admittance, and he heard that Mrs.Warwick had come in the night, he looked back through the doorway at the rosy colour, and congratulated himself to think that her hour of watching was at an end.

A sleepy footman was his informant.

Women were in my lord's dressing-room, he said.

Upstairs, at the death-chamber, Dacier paused.

No sound came to him.