Pardon.' 'There is a chair.' He murmured thanks and entered into the stillness, observing her.
'You have been watching....

You must be tired.' 'No.' 'An hour was asked, only one.' 'I could not leave him.' 'Watchers are at hand to relieve you' 'It is better for him to have me.' The chord of her voice told him of the gulf she had sunk in during the night.

The thought of her endurance became a burden.
He let fall his breath for patience, and tapped the floor with his foot.
He feared to discompose her by speaking.

The silence grew more fearful, as the very speech of Death between them.
'You came.

I thought it right to let you know instantly.