"Then I can go in peace," she gasped. Then with a faint and pathetic shadow of her old manner she turned to Gussie. "Hush!" she said. "Stop sniffling, Miss Davies! I am very happy. Now, Father----" Her eyes closed and her hands remained still. They saw all earthly thoughts die out of the wrinkled old face, now turned wholly to God. They all knelt save the vicar, who had placed the oil in an ampulla upon a table. Then he began the 71st Psalm. "In Thee, O Lord, have I put my trust, let me never be put to confusion: but rid me, and deliver me, in Thy righteousness, incline Thine ear unto me, and save me." There was no sound in the chamber save that of the ancient Hebrew song. "Forsake me not, O God, in mine old age, when I am grey-headed: until I have showed Thy strength unto this generation, and Thy power to all them that are yet for to come. "Thy righteousness, O God, is very high: and great things are they that Thou hast done; O God, who is like unto Thee?" Then, all together, they said the antiphon: "_O Saviour of the world, who by Thy Cross and precious Blood hast redeemed us, save us and help us, we humbly beseech Thee, O Lord._" The central figure in the huge four-post bed lay still and waxen. But when the priest came up to it with the oil, the eyes opened and looked steadfastly into his face. He dipped his thumb into the silver vessel and made the sign of the Cross on the eyes, the ears, the lips, the nostrils, and the hands, saying each time as he did so: "_Through this unction, and of His most tender mercy, may the Lord pardon thee whatever sins thou hast committed._" The whispering words that brought renewal of lost innocence to the dying woman sank into Lucy's heart, never to leave it. In the presence of these wondrous mysteries, death, and death vanquished by Christ, sin purged and forgiven in the Sacrament, her resolution was made. She knew that she would fix her eyes upon the Cross, never to take them from it more. She saw her brother bending over the still figure, his white surplice ghostlike in the gloom of the hangings, as he wiped the anointed parts with wool. Then Stephens brought him a basin of clear water and he washed his hands. Raising his arm, he said: "_In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, may this anointing with oil be to thee for the purification of thy mind and body, and may it fortify and defend thee against the darts of evil spirits._ Amen." Two more prayers were said and then came the Blessing. All rose from their knees. As Lucy slipped from the room, she saw the doctor was bending over the waxen figure in the bed. She heard her brother and his two assistant priests beginning other prayers, in a louder voice, a sort of litany, it seemed. She found Carr was beside her descending the stairs. "What is that?" she whispered. "The prayers for the commendation of a departing soul; she is going. God rest her and give her peace." "Amen," said Lucy.