But he could neither see nor hear. His knees, too, were failing; he put out one hand, blindly, and sank down upon the garden bench.
All night long she sat beside him, her head against his shoulder, sometimes touching his drawn face with warm, sweet lips, sometimes looking down at the little face pressed to her quiet breast.
And all night long the light burned behind the closed blinds of her room; and the little silvery dusk-moths floated in and out of the rays. And Hafiz, sitting on the grass, watched them sometimes; sometimes he gazed at his young mistress out of wide, unblinking eyes.
"Hafiz," she murmured lazily in her sweetly humorous way.
The cat uttered a soft little mew but did not move. And when she laid her cheek close to Clive's whispering,—"I love you—I love you so!"—he never stirred.
Her blue eyes, brooding, grew patient, calm, and tender; she looked down silently into the little face close cradled in her arms.
Then the child's eyes opened like two blue stars; and she bent over in a swift ecstasy of bliss, covering the flower-like face with kisses.
THE END
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