She leant against Lady Temple's shoulder, and her lips moved in prayer. Her face was very troubled, and she continually sighed.
"Madam, are you at peace?" asked Lady Temple.
"I am not sorry to go to God," she answered; "but I am weak about the King—I would I might have been spared a little longer with him."
Presently she fell asleep, peacefully it seemed, and still with prayers on her lips.
Lady Temple crept from the bed where Lady Portland pulled the curtains to shield the Queen from the light, and asked Dr. Radcliffe how long it might be now?
He shook his head sadly.
"A few hours, my lady."
Dorothy Temple burst out into subdued grief.
"We have the greatest loss in this lady! I have known her since she was a child, and she had never a fault—this is a bitter thing for all of us, and for England."
The doctor answered grimly—