Humouring her, Theophil raised her and packed up the pillows at her back.

Then, with indescribable solemnity, she took his face in her hands and kissed him.

"Do you love me, Theophil ?" she said.
"Will you ever forget me ?" "I will love you for ever.

I will never forget you." He took her gently in his arms, and with terrible tenderness she held him close to her for a moment, and then sank back with a sigh.

For a moment he thought she was dead; but presently she revived, though that was the last flicker of Jenny's conscious life.
Towards evening she began to take strange fancies, which had to be humoured.