She meant--was that all that was left to her of life and love?
Downstairs Theophil stood waiting with a beating heart.

He sprang to the door and drew the doctor into his room.

The doctor laid a kind hand upon his arm, and there was a look in his face that made Theophil's heart die within him.
"You mean she is going to die ?" he said with fearful calmness.

"_You mean that ?_" "My poor fellow, God knows what I would give to deny it." "She--is--going--to--die--_to die!_ It is impossible! Not Jenny!" and between that exclamation and his first stunned cry it seemed as though bells had been tolling a thousand years.

It seemed as though he had been sitting there as in a cave since the beginning of time, saying over and over to himself, "Jenny is going to die." There was a decanter on the sideboard.