Am I going to die ?" He bent down to kiss her.
"Die, my darling?
No, certainly not.

You are going to live, to be what you always have been, the dearest, sweetest wife in the world." And he believed implicitly[1] what he said.
Then came a strange sleep, half waking, half dreaming.

Lady Charlewood fancied that she was with her husband on the seashore, and that the waves were coming in so fast that they threatened to drown her, they were advancing in such great sheets of foam.

Once more she clung to him, crying: "Help me, Hubert; I shall be drowned--see how the tide is coming in!" Then the doctor bade him leave her--he must go down to the shabby, lowly little room, where the gas was burning, and the early dawn of the morning was coming in.

The agony of unrest was on him.