"Mr. Wilders, ma'am?" replied the sergeant, with a shake of the head.
"No improvement?"
"Far worse, ma'am, poor young chap! He died this morning, soon after daylight."
"And my lord—was his brother present?"
"Lord Lydstone watched with him through the night, and was here by the bedside when he died."
"Where is he now? Lord Lydstone, I mean."
"He went back on board his yacht, ma'am, I think. He said he should like a little sleep. But he is to be here again this afternoon, for the funeral."
"So soon?"
"Oh, yes! ma'am. It must take place at once, the doctors say."
Mrs. Wilders left the hospital, hesitating greatly what she should do. She would have liked to see and speak with Lydstone, but she had enough good feeling not to intrude by following him on board the yacht.