"Sybil Berners! Sybil Berners is here!"
"Is—that—her?"
"Yes, yes; don't you see it is?"
"I thought—I thought—it was her phantom!" he gasped.
Sybil gravely approached the bed, and put her hand on the cold hand of the corpse-like man, and gently inquired:
"Mr. Blondelle, or Captain 'Inconnu,' did you want to see me?"
"The expiring flame of life flashed up, once more—flashed up brilliantly. His whole face brightened and beamed.
"It is you! Oh, thank Heaven! Yes, I did want to see you. But—It is growing very dark. Where have you gone?" he inquired, blindly feeling about.
"I am beside you. Here, take my hand, that you may feel that I am here," said Sybil, compassionately.
"Yes. Thanks. Lady, I did try very hard to save you from the consequences of my crime."