The outline of the rigid figure under the coverlet looked like a sculptured effigy upon a tomb.

A sheet was drawn over the face of death.
'You are too late to be of any use, Mr.Evans,' murmured Steadman, laying his hand upon the doctor's sleeve and drawing him away towards the door.
They went softly on to the landing, off which opened the door of that other sick-room where the landlady's brother was lying.
'When did this happen ?' 'A quarter of an hour after the messenger rode off to fetch you,' answered Steadman.

'His lordship lay all the afternoon in a heavy sleep, and we thought he was going on well; but after dark there was a difficulty in his breathing which alarmed her ladyship, and she insisted upon you being sent for.

The messenger had hardly been gone a quarter of an hour when his lordship woke suddenly, muttured to himself in a curious way, gave just one long drawn sigh, and--and all was over.

It was a terrible shock for her ladyship.' 'Indeed it must have been,' murmured the village doctor.