Mrs.Tod, keep everybody out.

She is waking now." She did, indeed, open her eyes, with a long sigh, but closed them again.

Then with an effort she sat upright, and looked at us all around.
"Oh, my dear! my dear!" moaned Mrs.Tod, clasping her, and sobbing over her like a child.

"Cry, do cry!" "I CAN'T," she said, and lay down again.
We stood awed, watching that poor, pale face, on every line of which was written stunned, motionless, impassive grief.

For John--two minutes of such a gaze as his might in a man's heart do the work of years.
"She must be roused," he said at last.