She obeyed, and he examined the polished metal.
"No stain—he's dead, I suppose."
Then Mr. Baskerville turned to the clergyman.
"If you can pray, I'll be glad for you to do it."
Dennis immediately knelt down; the old man also went slowly on his knees and the weeping woman did the same.
"O Almighty God, Who has been pleased to take our brother from his sufferings and liberate an immortal soul from mortal clay, be Thou beside him now, that he may pass over the dark river with his hand in his Saviour's, and enter as a good and faithful servant into the joy of his Lord. And support the sorrows of those who—who cared for him on earth, and help them and all men to profit by the lesson of his charity and lovingkindness and ready ear for the trouble of his fellow-creatures. Let us walk in the way that he walked, and pass in peace at the end as he has passed. And this we beg for the sake of our Mediator and Comforter, our Blessed Lord and Redeemer, Thy Son, Jesus Christ."
"Amen," said Mr. Baskerville, "and thank you."
He rose, cast one glance at the grief-stricken woman by the bed, then looked upon his brother and then prepared to depart.
But he returned for a moment.
"Will you do the rest?" he asked of Mrs. Lintern. "Or shall I tell 'em to send?"