What am I to do?
What am I to do?
I am back in the room with Mother.

I cannot leave her, and I am alone, save for the sleeping servants, whom some one has drugged.

Alone with the dead! I dare not go out, for I can hear the low howl of the wolf through the broken window.
The air seems full of specks, floating and circling in the draught from the window, and the lights burn blue and dim.
What am I to do?
God shield me from harm this night! I shall hide this paper in my breast, where they shall find it when they come to lay me out.

My dear mother gone! It is time that I go too.

Goodbye, dear Arthur, if I should not survive this night.