He requested the day nurse, waiting in the room, to leave us by ourselves.
"'I was afraid you might not have come to me to-day,' he said.

'My last moments would have been imbittered, my friend, by your absence.' "'Are you anticipating your death,' I asked, 'at the very time when the doctors answer for your life ?' "'The doctors have not seen her,' he said; 'I saw her last night.' "'Of whom are you speaking ?' "'Of my lost angel, who perished miserably in New Zealand.

Twice her spirit has appeared to me.

I shall see her for the third time, tonight; I shall follow her to the better world.' "Had the delirium of the worst time of the fever taken possession of him again?
In unutterable dread of a relapse, I took his hand.

The skin was cool.