"Has your physician been here to-day ?" "It is past that, sir--past that," was replied.

"There is no further any hope for me in the physician's art." A sob choked all further utterance.
How oppressed was the cold-hearted, selfish man of the world! His thoughts were all clouded, and his lips for a time sealed.

As the dying woman said, so he felt that it was.

The time of her departure had come.

An instinct of self-protection--protection for his feelings--caused him, after a few moments, to say, and he turned partly from the bed as he spoke-- "Some of your friends should be with you, madam, at this time.