Deep sympathy and pity were felt and expressed; kind-hearted mothers wept over the babe; some few were allowed to enter the solemn death chamber; and these went away haunted, as Dr.Evans was, by the memory of the lovely dead face.

Through it all Lord Charlewood slept the heavy sleep of exhaustion and fatigue, and it was the greatest mercy that could have befallen him.
The hour of wakening was to come--Stephen Letsom never forgot it.

The bereaved man was frantic in his grief, mad with the sense of his loss.
Then the doctor, knowing how one great sorrow counteracts another, spoke of his father, reminding him that if he wished to see him alive he must take some little care of himself.
"I shall not leave her!" cried Lord Charlewood.

"Living or dead, she is dearer than all the world to me--I shall not leave her!" "Nor do I wish you to do so," said the doctor.

"I know you are a strong man--I believe you to be a brave one; in grief of this kind the first great thing is to regain self-control.