At the sound of her voice Langham's heavy lids slid back and he gazed up at her.
"Have they told you ?" he asked in an eager whisper.
"Yes," she said, and there was a little space of time when neither spoke.
She drew a chair to his bedside and seated herself.

In the next room she could hear Doctor Taylor moving about and now and then an indistinct word when he spoke with Watt Harbison.

She imagined the offices they were performing for the dead man.

Then a door was softly closed and she heard footsteps as they passed out into the hall.
Evelyn kept her place at the bedside without even altering the position she had first taken, while her glance never for an instant left the haggard face on the pillow.

Beyond the open windows the silver light had faded from the sky.