Ann dosed where she sat.

Toyner slept again.

At length they were both aware that the level light of the sun was in the room.
Ann sat up, looking at the door intently.

Then her eyes moved as if following some one across the room.
"What is it ?" asked Toyner.
Ann started up with one swift look of agonised entreaty, and then it seemed that what she had seen vanished, for she turned to Bart trembling, unable to speak at first, sobs struggling with her breath.
"It was father--I saw him come to the door and come in.

He's dead now." "What did he look like ?" Toyner's voice was very quiet.
"He looked as if he was dead, but as if he was mad too--his body as if it was dead, and himself wild and mad and burning inside of it." She was crouching on the floor, shaken with the sobs of a new and overwhelming pity.