"I thought so all the time, and I am so glad!" and she turned away to prepare Gussie for the dreaded hour.
The time passed heavily and sadly, until the day drew near its close. Mrs. Jarvis was sitting near the bed, watching, with the eyes of an experienced nurse, for any change, and presently she bent over Dexie, who was kneeling by the bedside, and whispered:
"I think I had better bring back your mother. Do you think she can bear it?"
"She must bear it!" Dexie answered, with a sob.
As Jarvis left the room, Guy quietly entered it, and saw at a glance that the end was near. Dexie gave him one appealing look as he came beside her.
Bending over, he laid his arm across her shoulder, and whispered:
"Is there anything I can do, darling?"
Dexie shook her head, and the look on her face told of the anguish that was wringing her heart.
Seeing that her father had opened his eyes, she bent nearer.