Scott went to him; she saw their hands meet. There was no agitation about either of them.
"In her sleep?" Scott said.
"Yes. We didn't even know—till it was over."
They turned into the room, still hand grasping hand.
And Dinah knelt up and stretched out her arms to the shining morning sky. Something within her was whispering that she and Scott had seen more of the passing of Isabel than any of those who had watched beside her bed. And in the quiet of that wonderful morning, she offered her quivering thanks to God.
CHAPTER XXVIII
CONSOLATION
Of the long hours that followed that wonderful dawning Dinah never had any very distinct recollection. Even Scott seemed to forget her for a while, and it was old Biddy who presently found her curled up on the window-seat with her head upon the sill asleep—Biddy with her eyes very bright and alert, albeit deeply rimmed with red.
She came to the childish, drooping figure, murmuring tender words. She put wiry arms about her and lifted her to her feet.
"There! Come to your own room and rest, my lamb!" she said. "Old Biddy'll take care of ye, aroon."