They met again.
Ella had listened attentively to the physicians words, but not the slightest emotion was manifested by her, when he announced that she was dying.

She listened calmly, and as the doctor had finished informing her mother of the hopelessness of her case, the little pale lips moved slowly, and the prayer that had been taught her when all was joy and happiness, was silently breathed by the dying child.
"Mother," she said, as soon as Dr.Mallard had left the room.

"Come here and speak to me before I die." "Ella! Ella!" exclaimed Mrs.Wentworth wildly.

"Did you not hear what the physician said ?" "Yes, mother," she answered, "but I knew it before.

Do not look so sad, come and speak to me, and let me tell you that I am not afraid to die." "Ella, my darling child," continued Mrs.Wentworth in the same strain.
"Did you not hear the physician say it is my neglect that had caused you to be dying ?" "I heard him mother, but he was not right," she replied.
"Come nearer," she continued in an earnest tone.