He was still seated on his chair, but his head was on the table, over his arms." "I have often found him in that way, mother." "But you never saw him looking as he looked this morning, Herbert.
When I went in he was speechless, and he remained so, I should say, for some minutes." "Was he senseless ?" "No; he knew me well enough, and grasped me by the hand; and when I would have gone to the bell to ring for assistance, he would not let me.

I thought he would have gone into a fit when I attempted it." "And what did you do ?" "I sat there by him, with his hand in mine, quite quietly.

And then he uttered a long, deep sigh, and--oh, Herbert!" "Well, mother ?" "At last, he burst into a flood of tears, and sobbed and cried like a child." "Mother!" "He did, so that it was piteous to see him.

But it did him good, for he was better after it.

And all the time he never let go my hand, but held it and kissed it.