Once again he endeavored to speak, but it was followed by one gulp that turned him purple in the face.
Liz uttered a groan of anguish.
He lifted his eyes once pleadingly; then settled himself back after a long sigh in Leonie's arms.
For many moments she held him closely; then with an expression of terror, placed her ear near his heart.
She lifted him tenderly and laid him back upon the bed.
"What is it?" cried Liz, hoarsely. "Not—dead!"
Leonie laid her arms around the woman's neck.
"Remember that he is with God," she said gently. "In wishing to resist the will of Heaven you wish to place him back here again where——"
There was no need for the sentence to be completed, for it would have been uttered to deaf ears.
Liz had fainted.