The dying man vainly tried to raise himself to meet what was coming, and Charles put his strong arm round him and held him up.

He knew that consciousness sometimes returns at the moment of death.
"Raymond," he whispered, earnestly.

"Raymond." A tremor passed over the face.

The lips moved.

The homeless, lingering soul came back, and looked for the last time fixedly and searchingly at him out of the dying eyes, and then--seeing no help for it--went hurriedly on its way, leaving the lips parted to speak, leaving the deserted eyes vacant and terrible, until after a time Charles closed them.
He had gone without speaking.