He lived still a few hours; his lips were sometimes seen to move; he expired without a groan.
Mr.Falkland had witnessed the scene with much anxiety.

His hopes of a favourable crisis, and his fear of disturbing the last moments of his friend, had held him dumb.

For the last half hour he had stood up, with his eyes intently fixed upon Mr.Clare.He witnessed the last gasp, the last little convulsive motion of the frame.

He continued to look; he sometimes imagined that he saw life renewed.

At length he could deceive himself no longer, and exclaimed with a distracted accent, "And is this all ?" He would have thrown himself upon the body of his friend; the attendants withheld, and would have forced him into another apartment.
But he struggled from them, and hung fondly over the bed.