He moved his head a little in assent.
"Darling," he said presently, "always remember that my last breath is a blessing for you."
Very tenderly she pressed him to her heart and kissed him. Not till long afterwards did she realise the perfect unselfishness of the man's end, nor how every word so painfully spoken was meant to forestall and soothe her coming sorrow.
"Say a prayer for me, darling—it is not far off. Say something in your own words—they will be better heard."
Still supporting him against her breast, Laura raised her eyes heavenwards. The sister, little used to seeing men die without comfort of Holy Church, knelt down by the table. Then Laura's soft voice was heard in the quiet chamber.
"Almighty God, I beseech Thee to receive the soul of this pure and true-hearted man amongst the spotless ones that are with Thee, to forgive all his sins, if any are yet unforgiven, and to render to him in heavenly joy all the happiness he has brought her who loves him on earth, through our Lord Jesus Christ, Amen."
She ceased, forcing back the tears. He moved his head a little and kissed the hand that supported him. A long silence followed.
"I thought Ghisleri came to the door with you and went out again," he said very feebly.
"Would you like to see him, darling?"
"Yes. He is a dear friend—better in every way than any one knows."