He beard her scream and dashed out of the parlor and up the stairs.

He rushed past Mrs.Martin and burst open the door to Viola's door.

He drew back aghast at the sight that met his gaze.

The next instant he had seized her lifeless form, beautiful in death, and smothered those silent lips with kisses.
Mrs.Martin regained sufficient strength to rush into the room, and when she saw her child was dead uttered a succession of piercing shrieks and fell to the floor in a swoon.
This somewhat called Bernard's mind from his own grief.

He lay Viola down upon her own bed most tenderly and set about to restore Mrs.
Martin to consciousness.