Then the duchess waved the men who helped, away.

She sat upon the bed's edge close--close to her father's body, putting her two firm hands on either of his shoulders, holding him so, and bent down, looking into his wild face, as if she fixed upon his very soul all the power of her wondrous will.
"Father," she said, "look at my face.

Thou canst if thou wilt.

Look at my face.

Then wilt thou see 'tis Clo--and she will stand by thee." She kept her gaze upon his very pupils; and though 'twas at first as if his eyes strove to break away from her look, their effort was controlled by her steadfastness, and they wandered back at last, and her great orbs held them.