He, too, had caught a glimmer of the light.

But Robert did not tell him what he had seen.

That was too sacred a subject to enter upon with Shargar, and he was intent enough upon his supper not to be inquisitive.
Robert left him to finish it at his leisure, and returned to cross his grandmother's room once more, half expecting to find the angel standing by her bedside.

But all was dark and still.

Creeping back as he had come, he heard her quiet, though deep, breathing, and his mind was at ease about her for the night.