Levice lay back with closed eyes for some minutes. A quivering smile crossed his face and his eyes opened.
“Were you singing that song just now, Ruth, my angel?”
“What son, Father dear?”
“That—‘Adieu,—adieu—pays—amours’—we sang it—you know—when we left home together—my mother said—I was too small—too small—and—too—”
Ruth looked around wildly for Kemp. He had left the room; she must go for him. As she came into the hall, she saw him and Louis hurriedly advancing up the corridor. Seeing her, they reached her side in a breath.
“Go,” she whispered through pale lips; “he is breathing with that—”
Kemp laid his hand upon her shoulder.
“Stay here a second; it will be quite peaceful.”
She looked at him in agony and walked blindly in after Louis.
He was lying as they had left him, with Mrs. Levice’s hand in his.