Kester looked at her without a word.

Through this solemn momentary silence the lapping of the ceaseless waves was heard, as they came up close on the shelving shore.
'He?
Philip ?' said she.

Kester shook his head sadly.
'And his wife--Sylvia ?' said Hester.
'In there with him, alone,' whispered Kester.
Hester turned away, and wrung her hands together.
'Oh, Lord God Almighty!' said she, 'was I not even worthy to bring them together at last ?' And she went away slowly and heavily back to the side of her sleeping mother.

But 'Thy will be done' was on her quivering lips before she lay down to her rest.
The soft gray dawn lightens the darkness of a midsummer night soon after two o'clock.

Philip watched it come, knowing that it was his last sight of day,--as we reckon days on earth.
He had been often near death as a soldier; once or twice, as when he rushed into fire to save Kinraid, his chances of life had been as one to a hundred; but yet he had had a chance.