It attracted her attention, and she turned to him; she was coming back to life.
'Whatever helps people is good,' she said.
'The French proverb says "Help thyself and God will help thee,"' suggested Durand.
'No, it should be "Help others, and God will help you,"' Angela answered.
The artist fixed his eyes on her as he nodded a silent assent; and suddenly, though her face was so changed, he knew it was more like his portrait of her than ever, and that the prophecy of his hand was coming to fulfilment.
He stayed a moment longer, and asked if he could be of any service to her or Madame Bernard. She thanked him vaguely, and almost smiled. He felt instinctively that she was thinking of what she had last said, and was wishing that some one would tell her how she might do something for others, rather than that another should do anything for her.
She went with him to the door at the head of the stairs and let him out herself.
'Thank you,' she said, 'thank you! You don't know what you have done for me!'
He looked at her in thoughtful silence for a few seconds, holding her hand as if they were old friends.
'There is no such thing as death,' he said gravely.