h best cause to remember must not witness, two of the
tenants were sent for, and wrote down their names legitimate. And then
his lordship lay back and smiled, and said, 'I shall have no more pain.'

"All that night and three days more he slept as sound as a little child,
to make up for so many years. We called two doctors in; but they only
whispered and looked dismal, and told us to have hot water ready at any
hour of the day or night. Nobody loved him as I did, miss, from seeing
so much of his troubles and miraculous way of bearing them; and I sat by
the hour and hour, and watched him, trusting no paid nurses.

"It must have been eight o'clock on Wednesday morning--what is to-day?
Oh, Friday--then Thursday morning it must have been, when the clouds
opened up in the east, and the light of the sun was on the window-sill,
not glaring or staring, but playing about, with patterns of leaves
between it; and I went to screen it from his poor white face; but he
opened his eyes, as if he had been half awake, half dreaming, and he
tried to lift one of his thin, thin hands to tell me not to do it. So I
let the curtain stay as it was, and crept back, and asked, very softly,
'Will your lordship have some breakfast?'

"He did not seem to comprehend me, but only watched the window; and
if ever a blessed face there was, looking toward heaven's glory, his
lordship had it, so that I could scarcely keep from sobbing. For I never
had seen any living body die, but knew that it must be so. He heard me
catching my breath, perhaps, or at any rate he looked at me; and the
poor angel knew that I was a woman; and being full of high respect, as
he always was for females--in spite of the way they had served him--it
became apparent to his mind that the pearl button of his neck was open,
as ordered by the doctors. And he tried to lift his hand to do it; and
then he tried to turn away, but could not manage either. Poor dear! the
only movement he could make was to a better world.

"Then I drew the sheet across his chest, and he gave me a little smile
of thanks, and perhaps he knew whose hand it was. But the look of his
kind soft eyes was flickering--not steady, I mean, miss--but glancing
and stopping and going astray, as drops of rain do on the window-glass.
But I could not endure to examine him much; at such a holy time I felt
that to watch death was unholy.

"Perhaps I ought to have rung the bell for others to be present. But his
lordship was alw