Come and get a little rest." Roger sighed, partly to feel himself beaten, partly at the prospect of rest.
"All right!" said he.

"I'm ashamed you should see me so weak when I wanted to be strong.

Yes, I'll come--in one minute." He walked over to the couch and knelt beside it.

His worn-out body had succumbed at last to the misery against which it had battled so long, and for a moment he yielded himself to his sorrow.

The tutor waited a moment, and then walked quietly from the room.
For a quarter of an hour he paced restlessly in the cold passage outside; then, as his pupil did not appear, he returned to the chamber of death.