"Fath—my father is waiting, mother. Won't you see him?"
She smiled down into his upturned face, but there was a strange dimness in her eyes and his voice sounded far away.
"Yes, yes!" came in a faint whisper. "Tell him—to come—quickly!"
He gave her a long kiss, sprang up and ran out into the courtroom. She half-rose and stretched out her hand for the glass of medicine but could not reach it.
"Raymond!" she tried to call, but her lips barely framed the word. There was a roaring in her ears that might have been the roar of the unknown sea, and a mist before her eyes that might have been the mist upon its waters....
Raymond ran in, closely followed by the three older men.
"Hurry, father! She is waiting!"
He stopped. Something in the position of the still figure in the chair wiped the words from his lips. Dr. Chennel advanced quickly, touched the limp hand and stepped back with bowed head.
Raymond threw himself at her feet with a cry of anguish!
"Mother! Mother!"