The other men, standing, bent their heads, and Mr.Abercrombie, kneeling, buried his face on the end of the bed and sobbed aloud.
Major Buller said the Lord's Prayer.

I, believing it to be my duty, said it also, and my father said it with us to the clause "For Thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory," when his voice failed, and I, thinking he had forgotten (for I sometimes forgot in the middle of my most familiar prayers and hymns), helped him--"Papa dear! _for ever and ever_." Still he was silent, and as I bent over him I heard one long-drawn breath, and then his hands, which were enfolded with mine, fell apart.
The sunshine was now beginning to catch objects in the room, and a ray lighted up my father's face, and showed a change that even I could see.
An officer standing at the head of the bed saw it also, and said abruptly, "He's dead, Buller." And the Major, starting up, took me in his arms, and carried me away.
I cried and struggled.

I had a dim sense of what had happened, mixed with an idea that these men were separating me from my father.

I could not be pacified till Mr.Abercrombie held out his arms for me.

He was more like a woman, and he was crying as well as I.I went to him and buried my sobs on his shoulder.