Neither spoke, but his eyes gradually turned to hers, and a strange communion arose between them.

Though there were no words, he seemed to be saying to her--'My boy!--my boy!'-- over and over again--and then--'Stay there!--for God's sake, stay!' And she stayed.

The failing lamp showed her upturned face, with its silent intensity of pity, her hands clasped round her knees, and the brightness of her hair.

The long minutes passed.

Then suddenly the Squire's eyelids fell, and he slept the sleep of a man physically and mentally undone.
Aubrey Mannering sat by his brother all night.