He jumped up, and with hands outstretched like a blind man he turned towards the window. Suddenly his arms dropped; he staggered and fell upon the couch, striking his head against the wall. Once more he turned towards his father, and opened his eyes with difficulty. Large tears stood in them. Adler, utterly overcome and trembling all over, sat down near him, and wiped the tears from his eyes and the froth from his lips with his large hands.
"Ferdinand ... Ferdinand," he whispered, "be quiet.... You shall live.... You shall have all I possess."
Suddenly he felt his son getting heavy on his arms and dropping.
"Doctor! Bring him round! He is fainting!"
"Pan Adler, you had better go out of the room," said the doctor.
"Why should I go out of the room when my son is in need of my help?"
"He is no longer in need of it!"
Adler looked at his son, gripped him tightly, shook him. A large patch of blood had appeared on the bandage which covered his chest.
Ferdinand was dead.
Frenzy seized the old man. He jumped up from the couch, kicked over the chair, knocked against the doctor, and ran out into the courtyard and from there into the road. On the road he met one of the van-drivers bringing in the cotton. He seized him by the shoulders.