She was in a frantic state of excitement.
"I said he was not dead," she repeated--"I always said it. I was
sitting by my window a few minutes ago, and I saw him in the garden.
This time I was determined that he should not escape me. I rushed
downstairs. He knew nothing until he saw me at his side. I caught his
hand in mine. It was hot and thin. It was like a skeleton's hand--only
it burned with living fire. 'Mother is dying--come to her at once,' I
said to him, and then I brought him into the house."
"You did well--you acted very bravely," I replied to her.