He bent still lower over her, and whispered:
"Rose."
But she never moved or murmured.
Her eyes were fixed in death on those of Cora.
Then suddenly a smile came to the dying face, light dawned in the dying eyes, as she lifted them and gazed away beyond Cora's form, and murmuring contented;
"Father, father—" and
"With a sigh of a great deliverance,"
she fell asleep.
They stood in silence over the dead for a few moments, and then Mr. Rockharrt drew the white coverlet up over the ashen face, and then leaning on the arm of his servant went out of the room.
Three days later the mortal remains of Rose Rockharrt were laid in the cemetery at North End.