Sarah had been indignant that Dr. Grey should tell her not to cry. But when Sissy looked up with a gentle smile of recognition, and instead of calling her by her name said "Nurse," as she used to say in old times, the good woman was very near it indeed, and was obliged to go away to the window to try to swallow the lump that rose up in her throat and almost choked her. Mrs. Middleton sat by her darling's bedside. She had placed the little work-case in full view, and presently Sissy noticed it and would have it opened. The half-finished strip of embroidery was laid within easy reach of hand and eye. She smiled, but was not satisfied. "The case," she said. Her fingers strayed feebly among the little odds and ends which it contained, and closed over something which she kept. Then there was a long silence, unbroken till Sissy was thirsty and wanted something to drink. "What time?" she said when she had finished. "Half-past twelve." "It's very dark." "We will have another candle," said Aunt Harriet. "No: the candle only makes me see how dark it is all round." Again there was silence, but not so long this time. And again Sissy broke it: "Aunt Harriet, he is coming now." "Yes, darling, he is coming." "I feel as if I saw the train, with red lights in front, coming through the night--always coming, but never any nearer." "But it _is_ nearer every minute. Percival is nearer now than when you spoke." Sissy said "Yes," and was quiet again till between one and two. Then Mrs. Middleton perceived that her eyes were open. "What is it, dear child?" she said. "The night is so long!" "Sissy," said Aunt Harriet softly, "I want you to listen to me. A year ago, when Godfrey died and I talked about the money that I hoped to leave you one day, you told me what you should like me to do with it instead, because you had enough and you thought it was not fair. I didn't quite understand then, and I would not promise. Do you remember?" "Yes." "Sissy, shall I promise now? I've been thinking about it, and I've no wish on earth but to make you happy. Will it make you happier if I promise now that it shall be as you said?" "Yes," said Sissy with eager eyes. "Then I do promise: all that is mine to leave he shall have." Sissy answered with a smile. "Kiss me," she said. And so the promise was sealed. After that the worst of the night seemed somehow to be over. Sissy slept a little, and Aunt Harriet nodded once or twice in the easy-chair. Starting into wakefulness after one of these moments, she saw the outline of the window faintly defined in gray, and thanked God that the dawn had come. CHAPTER LI. BY THE EXPRESS.