The dying man had been aroused to full consciousness at last. One hand feebly rested on his daughter's stricken young head, the other lay motionless on the counterpane. His dulled eyes went aimlessly wandering.
"Doctor!"
The old physician bent over him.
"How long?" he paused—"how long can I last?"
"My dear friend—"
"How long? Quick! the truth! how long?"
"Until to-morrow."
"Ah!"
The hand lying on Harrie's dark curls lay more heavily perhaps—that was all.
"Is there anything you wish? anything you want done? any person you would like to see?"