The sound of the word "Clo" had struck upon his brain and wakened an echo.
She sent away the men to rest, calling for others in their places; but leave the bedside herself she would not.

'Twas a strange thing to see her strength and bravery, which could not be beaten down.

When the doctor came again he found her there, and changed his surly and reluctant manner in the presence of a duchess, and one who in her close linen gown wore such a mien.
"You should not have left him," she said to him unbendingly, "even though I myself can see there is little help that can be given.

Thought you his Grace and I would brook that he should die alone if we could not have reached him ?" Those words "his Grace and I" put a new face upon the matter, and all was done that lay within the man's skill; but most was he disturbed concerning the lady, who would not be sent to rest, and whose noble consort would be justly angered if she were allowed to injure her superb health.
"His Grace knew what I came to do and how I should do it," the duchess said, unbending still.

"But for affairs of State which held him, he would have been here at my side." She held her place throughout the second night, and that was worse than the first--the paroxysms growing more and more awful; for Jack was within a yard, and stretched out a green and mouldy hand, the finger-bones showing through the flesh, the while he smiled awfully.
At last one pealing scream rang out after another, until after making his shuddering body into an arc resting on heels and head, the madman fell exhausted, his flesh all quaking before the eye.