Percy sprung towards him, and the brothers were clasped in each other's arms.

No word did Percy speak, but his choking sobs were heard; there was no movement in the drooping form of his brother to say that he had heard the sound; he did not raise his head from Percy's shoulder, or seek to speak of comfort.
"Speak to me, oh, once again, but once more, Herbert!" exclaimed Percy.
Fearful agony was in his voice, but, oh, it could not rouse the _dead_: Herbert Hamilton had departed.

His last wish on earth was fulfilled.

It was but the lifeless form of his beloved brother that Percy held in the stern grasp of despairing woe.

It was long ere the truth was known, and when it was, there was no sound of wailing heard within the chamber, no cry of sorrow broke the solemn stillness.