"Past midnight."
"About Philip, now; indulge me. I loved the boy myself."
"Your Gerald loved him; they were true friends. Had Philip lived, they would have found much joy in their friendship, but fate willed it otherwise. Poor Philip died in the goldfields, in Australia--but I promised that you should hear the story from the lips of the widow. Will you see her? She is very near."
"I fancied just now, when I awoke, that a woman was near me."
"It was Margaret."
"Margaret!" echoed Mr. Weston.
The name brought with it reproachful remembrances.
"That is the name of the girl Philip married."
"Yes, I will see her. One moment; I must not miss saying what was in my mind. I was speaking of omens. You had no foreshadowing of Philip's death?"
"None; the poor lad was dead many months before I heard the news."