She held out her hand, the right hand that had clung with such a grip to his coat-sleeve and was thus left unhurt.

He stroked it and kissed it many times over, he said what a pretty hand it was; and then, when he remembered the things he had said and thought of her, he cried again.
"This excitement is very bad for her.

Shall I tell him to go away ?" whispered Mrs.Wilcox to the nurse.

The nurse shook her head.
Mrs.Nevill Tyson had heard; she gave a queer little fluttering laugh that was meant to be derisive and ended like a sob.

"If you went away, both of you," said she, "I might feel better." They went away and left them.
From that moment Mrs.Nevill Tyson was no longer bent upon dying.