There was little more color in her face than mine. Even the sunlight seemed cold and cheerless. She came a little nearer to me.
"He was conscious—at the end?"
"Yes!" I answered.
Her breath seemed to be coming a little faster. Her eyes were full of eager questioning.
"You were with him?"
"Yes!"
Again there was a pause. I was steadfastly silent.
"Don't keep me in suspense," she muttered. "He told you?"
"Yes!" I answered, "he told me—certain things."
She drew a long breath of relief. I could see that she was trembling all over. She sank into a chair.