And it was a little chill and damp,--a little chill.
A power, a force which hides itself in human things and which most of them know not of, was gathering within him.

He was warm and alive, a living man; his hand as it closed on the chill of hers was warm; his newly awakened being sent heat to it.
He whispered her name close to her ear.
"Emily!" slowly, "Emily!" She was very far away and lay unmoving.

Her breast scarcely stirred with the faintness of her breath.
"Emily! Emily!" The doctor slightly raised his eyes to glance at him.

He was used to death-bed scenes, but this was curious, because he knew the usual outward aspect of Lord Walderhurst, and its alteration at this moment suggested abnormal things.

He had not the flexibility of mind which revealed to Dr.Warren that there were perhaps abnormal moments for the most normal and inelastic personages.
"Emily!" said his lordship, "Emily!" He did not cease from saying it, in a low yet reaching whisper, at regular intervals, for at least half an hour.