"They are for my boy," she thought, tenderly.
But she hesitated, for the doctors had forbidden any one to enter the room.
"He knows no one. He has spoken but twice, and then just to utter a name," she said, looking doubtfully at the two fair supplicants.
"A name?" whispered Kathleen, eagerly.
"Yes; it is that of a young girl whom I fancy he loves. If it were only her now," she said, musingly.
"The name?" questioned Helen Fox, with eager impatience.
"Kathleen!" replied Mrs. Chainey.
Oh, what a cry came from Kathleen's lips!
"Oh, my love, my love, you have not forgotten me! I am Kathleen! Oh, madame, let me go to him!"
"Come!" was the thrilling answer, and as she led the girl away, Kathleen's heart throbbed wildly with the thought that she should hear his lips pronounce her forgiveness.