"Good-bye, my wife."
After a while, Diana ceased to call him.
She lay very still. No sound broke the silence of the room, save the low shuddering sobs of a breaking heart.
But the star in the sky still shone, though heavy curtains veiled it.
And David, pacing the hurricane deck, where were no curtains, lifted his eyes to its clear shining; and, in the midst of his own desperate pain, saw in it an emblem of hope, a promise of guidance, a beacon light in this vast desert of utter desolation.
And midnight brought merciful sleep to both.