Jack moved swiftly on his knees, took from the table a string of beads
from where they had been laid the night before, and put them into the
still fingers. Then he laid his own hands over them again.

* * * * *

Again there was a long pause.

Outside in the street a footstep came up from the direction of Mortimer
Road, waxed loud and clear on the pavement, and died again down towards
the street leading to the marshes. And, but for this, there was no
further sound for a while. Then a cock crew, thin and shrill, somewhere
far away; a dray rumbled past the end of the street and was silent.

But the silence in the room was of a different quality; or, rather, the
world seemed silent because this room was so, and not the other way. It
was here that the center lay, where a battered man was dying, and from
this center radiated out the Great Peace.

It was no waste then, after all!--this life of strange unreason ending
in this very climax of uselessness, exactly when ordinary usefulness was
about to begin. Could that be waste that ended so?

"Priest," whispered the voice from the bed.

Then Dick leaned forward.

"He has been," he said distinctly and slowly. "He was here at two
o'clock. He did--what he came for. And he's coming again directly."

The eyes closed in sign of assent and opened again.

He seemed to be looking, as in a kind of meditation, at nothing in
particular. It was as a man who waits at his ease for some pleasant
little event that will unroll by and by. He was in no ecstasy, and, it
seemed, in no pain and in no fierce expectation; he was simply at his
ease and waiting. He was content, whatever those others might be.

For a moment it crossed the young clergyman's mind that he ought to pray
aloud, but the thing was dismissed instantly. It seemed to him
impertinent nonsense. That was not what was required. It was his
business to watch, not to act.

So, little by little, he ceased to think actively, he ceased to consider
this and that. At first he had wondered how long it would be before the
doctor and the priest arrived. (The woman had gone to fetch them.) He
had wished that they would make haste.... He had wondered what the
others felt, and how he would describe it all to his Vicar. Now, little
by little, all this ceased, and the peace grew within and without, till
the balance of pressure was equalized and his attention floated at the
perfect poise.

Again there was