Then he lay quiet, and as the day began to dawn his hands grew damp. The shadows seemed to deepen on his face, and in his eyes there was a strange and far-off look, as if he saw beyond the present time, and gazed out into eternity. It was a very lovely, wondering look. ’Oh, all the pain has gone and somebody called me then; was it the colonel, Meg?’ ’But I could see the great change coming, and I said I didn’t think it was the colonel. ’There, he’s called again, kiss me, darling, quickly; are you ready, Sam?’ he asked. And then there broke a perfect glory on his face and in his eyes a look of deep adoring love as, turning rapturously to me, he said,— ’Why, Meg, I heard the Lord!’ And so I quickly kneeled, because only his dear, dying ears had heard the quiet entry of that radiant Presence in the room, as, with a little rapturous intaking of his breath, he raised himself and said,— ’Yes, coming, Sir,’ and saw his ’Picture,’ The Beatific Vision. And so the sister found us when she came; and as I folded the dear, strong hands that never did an unkind act, across the quiet heart that did ’adore Him so,’ and closed the eyes which never looked at me except in love, she said, gazing with misty eyes upon his peace-filled face,— ’We see many types; _he_ was a very gallant Christian gentleman.’ She took me to that little room I had first waited in. ’He left you very specially in my charge,’ she said, ’because you’ve been so ill. He asked me to keep you if I could till some one came to fetch you home. There is a message just come through to say Sir Jasper Fotheringham will be here at noon in time to take you to——’ ’Oh, will it be so soon?’ ’It must, you see there are so many,’ and her face grew very tired. ’So, will you let me take care of you till then? See if you can rest.’ Presently when she went away, God gave me His great gift of tears. When she came again, I asked for Sam, and, sitting down beside me on the couch, she said,— ’I hardly know how to tell you, but just at dawn he died. He had been very ill all night and wandering in his mind, and suddenly he called, ’Quite ready, Master Ross,’ and—passed.’ But, not alone. Who dares to say that such a thing was chance, that such a perfect happening was mere coincidence? I think his faithful heart answered his earthly master’s call, and the two walked up the starry way together, with that sweet and gracious Presence in between. Just before Uncle Jasper arrived the sister asked me if I would like to see one of Ross’s men. So the sergeant came of whom I had often heard; he was very broken up. I asked him to tell me anything he could about the end. I will try and put it down in his own words.