She caressed her brother.
He smiled contentedly, and sank into coma or heavy sleep.

She remained a few minutes watching him.

Picture after picture of future contentment passed before her eyes; phantasmagoria of joy which held her enthralled till chance drew her eyes towards the window, and she found herself looking out upon what for the moment seemed the continuation of her dream.

This was the figure of her nephew, standing in the doorway of the adjoining house.

This entrance into the alley is closed up now, but in those days it was a constant source of communication between the two houses, and, being directly opposite the left-hand library window, would naturally fall under her eye as she looked up from her brother's bedside.