I can see her blue gauze wings!" And in a moment, as his face filled with the radiance of his vision he fell back, dead, into Zara's arms.
When Tristram reached the street he looked about him for a minute like a blinded man; and then, as his senses came back to him, his first thought was what he could do for her--that poor mother upstairs, with her dying child.

For that the boy was Zara's child he never doubted.

Her child--and her lover's--had he not called her "_Maman_." So this was the awful tragedy in her life.

He analyzed nothing as yet; his whole being was paralyzed with the shock and the agony of things: the only clear thought he had was that he must help her in whatever way he could.
The green taxi was still there, but he would not take it, in case she should want it.

He walked on down the street and found a cab for himself, and got driven to his old rooms in St.James's Street: he must be alone to think.
The hall-porter was surprised to see him.