"Some nephews—children. That's all of my name."
"Ah well! Perhaps-" (He broke off). "Did they tell me your name, before I became unconscious?"
"It's very likely. I'm the visiting chaplain here."
"Ah well! Who knows—-? But that doesn't matter. . . . Father, how long have I to live?"
The young priest leaned forward and laid his hand on the other's arm.
"A few hours only, father," he said gently. . . . "You are not afraid?"
"Afraid?"
His eyes closed, and he smiled naturally and easily.
"Well; listen. Lean closer. . . . No . . . call the sister in.
I want her to hear too."
"Sister——"