He sank back coughing, and there was froth and blood on his lips.

Reverently Justin wiped them, and signed for the cordial to Bentley, who stood, numbed, in the background.
"It is the end," said Sir Richard feebly.

"God has been good to me beyond my deserts, and this is a crowning mercy.

Consider, Justin, it might have been the gibbet and a crowd--instead of this snug bed, and you and Bentley here--just two good friends." Bentley, losing all self-control at this mention of himself, sank weeping to his knees.

Sir Richard put out a hand, and touched his head.
"You will serve Mr.Caryll, Bentley.