"But if you are dying, why go before God without telling all? How can they hurt you for telling?" whispered Esther.
"True; but if I should not die?"
"Tell all, and you shall not be harmed."
He looked long in her face and eyes.
"Yes, I will tell none but you. I have seen you and your father in London. Where is your father now?"
"Here in this ward."
There is a startled look.
"But Sir Donald Randolph is my enemy!"
Esther assured him that her father never would betray the trust of a dying man.
He seemed convinced, but indulged in further soliloquy.