A dying person will receive a visit at midnight or at mid-day with no thought but to see the face of friend--or foe--once more.

So I was not surprised to find that Miss Westonhaugh would see me; in an interval of the fever she had been moved to a chair in her room, and her brother was with her.

I might go in--indeed she sent a very urgent message imploring that I would go.

I went.
The morning sun was beating brightly on the shutters, and the room looked cheerful as I entered.

John Westonhaugh, paler than death, came quickly to the door and grasped my hand.
On a long cane-chair by the window, carefully covered from the possible danger of any insidious draught, with a mass of soft white wraps and shawls, lay Katharine Westonhaugh--the transparant phantasm of her brilliant self.