'Will he call again to-day?'
'I don't suppose as he would, but he's sure to be at 'ome in an hour, and, if you'd like, mum, I'd just send 'Lizabeth round.'
'Thank you; I think I'll go and see him.'
At last the burden of the dinner-hour was over, and 'Lizabeth could be left alone for a little. Mrs. Gandle washed her hands, in a perfunctory way, and guided her visitor to a dark flight of stairs. They ascended. On the top floor the woman stopped and whispered:
'That's the room. Should I just look in first, mum?'
'Please.'
Mrs. Gandle entered and came forth again.
'She seems to me to be asleep, mum. She lays very still, and her eyes is shut.'
'I'll go in. I shall sit with her for an hour and then go to see the doctor.'
Mrs. Ormonde passed in. It was a mean little room, not as tidy as it might have been, and far from as clean. There on the low pillow was a pale face, with golden hair disordered about the brow; a face so wasted that it was not easy in the first moment to identify it with that which had been so wonderful in its spell-bound beauty by the sea-shore. But it was Thyrza.