Then he went to the door and opened it, just in time to admit Mr.Bayne.
When they came together to Clarkson's side, he was lying quite quiet, considering.

His paralysed condition and fast increasing weakness seemed to keep down all excitement.

He was perfectly conscious, but it was a sort of mechanical consciousness with which emotion of any kind had very little to do.

Mr.Bayne, who did not yet know why he had been sent for, but thought only of the dying man's claim upon him as a clergyman, spoke a few friendly words and sat down near the settee.
Clarkson motioned the doctor also to sit down.
"Must I tell _him_ ?" he said in a low voice.
"You had better.

He is a magistrate, you know." "Yes; all right.