She lay there with her head upon the dying woman's pillow, the feeble hands straying softly over the short hair from which the hat had fallen.
Suddenly the motion ceased.
There were a few whispered words that Leonie did not catch, then a hand was placed gently upon her shoulder.
She lifted her head and saw beside her an attendant—a sweet-faced, low-voiced woman.
"It is all over!" she whispered reverently.
With a horrified expression, Leonie gazed at the face upon the pillow.
A peaceful smile hovered upon it. The lips were open, and a dimple rested in the left cheek as it had been in girlhood.
"Liz!" Leonie whispered, "Liz!"
But there was no answer.
She slipped from beneath the hand that the attendant had laid upon her arm, and fell to the floor, her bright, beautiful head falling across Liz's bosom.