It was old Goodie who found him next morning. She entered his room with his cup of tea, prepared just as he liked it, "with two lumps of sugar and a dash of cream"—and then she saw——
He was lying cold and still, his hands folded on his breast, in the peace which passeth understanding. The morrow had brought light.
"The sorrow ends, for life and death have ceased.
How should lamps flicker when the oil is spent?
The old sad count is clear, the new is clean.
Thus hath a man content."
THE END