He entered softly.
St.Clare lay on his lounge, at the further end of the room.

He was lying on his face, with Eva's Bible open before him, at a little distance.

Tom walked up, and stood by the sofa.

He hesitated; and, while he was hesitating, St.Clare suddenly raised himself up.

The honest face, so full of grief, and with such an imploring expression of affection and sympathy, struck his master.