At last the intensity of my gaze seemed to awaken her, for she opened her eyes, and for a moment there was a tremor on her lips.
"'Meurig,' she said, and she put out her hand, which I took in mine.
Even while I held her hand I noticed on her bed a bunch of sweet violets which I had seen Lewis gather in the morning.--'Meurig, why have you been cold to me ?' she asked, while her hand still lay in mine.
'If I have ever done anything to displease you, will you not forgive me, and kiss your little child ?' and she looked down at your little head lying on her arm beside her.

Oh, Caradoc, God alone knows the tumult of feelings which overwhelmed me.

I cannot describe them! I stooped and kissed your little black head, and more, I stooped and kissed her pale forehead.
"'I forgive you,' I said.
"'Is that all ?' she said.
"And as I hesitated, the old haughty flush rose to her forehead, and turning her head on her pillow, she said, 'I am tired now, and want to sleep.' "So I turned away and closed the door gently, and I never saw her alive again, for that night she died suddenly.

Swiftly the Angel of Death came, _at her call_.

I believe it, Caradoc, for Dr.Hughes who was sent for hurriedly, declared he knew of no reason why she should not have lived.
"'I think she would have recovered, Wynne,' he said, 'had she wished to; but where there is no wish to live sometimes the powers of life fail, and the patient dies.