She leaned over her uncle, and kissed his forehead.
"My dear uncle, Mr. Haveloc," she whispered.
Mr. Haveloc stepped close to the bed, and took Mr. Grey's hand, which Margaret resigned to him.
"Ah, Claude!" said Mr. Grey with a faint smile.
They were the last words he spoke. Almost directly afterwards he fell into a kind of doze; his eyes half closed.
Mr. Haveloc turned abruptly round, seized Mr. Casement by the arm and led him to the window. He had never addressed Mr. Casement in his life before, and that gentleman might be pardoned for looking extremely surprised on the occasion.
"Tell me—how is he?" said Mr. Haveloc.
"Anybody might see that with half an eye, I should think," muttered Mr. Casement more gruffly than usual, for he had a great mind to cry.
"Good Heaven, can nothing be done!" exclaimed Mr. Haveloc clasping his hands.
"Nothing at all," returned Mr. Casement. "The doctor left at eight o'clock, and Mr. Warde at ten. When the doctor and parson both go, I take it, there is an end of everything."