She stooped noiselessly and moved the chair a little forward that he might see them better.

The child with difficulty turned his wasted head, and lay with his skeleton hand under his cheek, staring at his treasures--his little, all--with just a gleam, a faint gleam, of that same exquisite content which had fascinated Wharton.

Then, for the first time that day, Marcella could have wept.
At last the rector and his sister rose.
"God be with you, Mrs.Hurd," said Mr.Harden, stooping to her; "God support you!" His voice trembled.

Mrs.Hurd in bewilderment looked up.
"Oh, Mr.Harden!" she cried with a sudden wail.

"Mr.Harden!" Mary bent over her with tears, trying to still her, speaking again with quivering lips of "the dear Lord, the Saviour." The rector turned to Marcella.
"You are staying the night with her ?" he asked, under his breath.
"Yes.