awaited came to him.

Hearing a light step on the pavement behind him, he turned, and
faced Eve, who was running towards him.

"Will you come upstairs?" she said. "I think he wants to see you."

"Certainly," he answered.

She had hurried out, but they walked back rather slowly.
Nevertheless, they did not seem to have anything to say to each
other.

When they entered the room upstairs together, a faint little smile
full of wisdom hovered for a second round the old priest's clean-
shaven lips.

The dying man had evidently wanted something or some one. The old
priest knew human nature, hence the little shadowy smile called up
by Eve's transparently partial interpretation of her father's
desire.

Edward Challoner looked at him, but did not appear to recognise his
face. It seemed that he had left the earth so far behind now that
the faces of those walking on it were no longer distinguishable.

He gave a little half-pettish groan, and a stillness came over the
room.

The old padre and the doctor, who did not know a word of any common