Hester knew that that layer was only momentarily disturbed, and that the old self would infallibly reassert itself; but the momentary glimpse drew her heart towards her brother.

He was conscious of it, and love almost grew between them as they watched by Regie's bed.
At last, after an endless night, the little faltering feet came to the dividing of the ways, and hesitated.

The dawn fell gray on the watchful faces of the doctor and Hester, and on the dumb suspense of the poor father.

And with a sigh, as one who half knows he is making a life-long mistake, Regie settled himself against Hester's shoulder and fell asleep.
The hours passed.

The light grew strong, and still Regie slept.