His face had a leaden hue and his eyes were bright and glassy.

Alice, his wife, flung herself on her knees beside him and tenderly raised the drooping head.

No words could express the agony in her face as she raised it to Mrs.Zane.In it was a mute appeal, an unutterable prayer for hope.

Mrs.Zane turned sorrowfully to her task.

There was no need of her skill here.