CHAPTER XXX.
In the Same Hour In a splendid chamber, surrounded by every comfort and luxury that dollars could buy, and attended by liveried servants, Mr.Taine was dying.
The physician who met Mrs.Taine at the door, answered her look of inquiry with; "Your husband is very near the end, madam." Beside the bed, sat Louise, wringing her hands and moaning.

James Rutlidge stood near.

Without speaking, Mrs.Taine went forward.
The doctor, bending over his patient, with his fingers upon the skeleton-like wrist, said, "Mr.Taine, Mr.Taine, your wife is here." In response, the eyes, deep sunken under the wrinkled brow, opened; the loosely hanging, sensual lips quivered.
The physician spoke again; "Your wife is here, Mr.Taine." A sudden gleam of light flared up in the glazed eyes.

The doctor could have sworn that the lips were twisted into a shadow of a ghastly, mocking smile.

As if summoning, by a supreme effort of his will, from some unguessed depths of his being, the last remnant of his remaining strength, the man looked about the room and, in a hoarse whisper, said, "Send the others away--everybody--but her." "O papa, papa!" exclaimed poor Louise, protestingly.
"Never mind, daughter," came the whispered answer from the bed.