Betty approached the bed softly. One moment she looked at the still form. Her own face became deathly white. In consternation, Mellor took her arm.
"What is it?" he exclaimed.
Unheeding his question, she slipped to the side of the bed and sank to her knees.
"Harold! Harold!" she cried in sudden anguish.
Then her head bowed in prayer.
Reverently Mellor lowered his eyes, and stood awaiting her in silence.
Betty prayed with her while heart and strength. Finally, Mellor left the room, and closed the door gently.
"Some great sorrow is hers," he said wondering.
At midnight, the bell rang sharply.
Edgeway, guessing it to be the parents of the boy, opened the door.