There is nought in life more solemn than the waiting hush that falls before the coming of that great Change which men call Death.  And it is to the watchers rather than to the passing soul itself that the wonder seems to draw most close.  To stand before the veil, to know that very soon it must be lifted for the loved one to pass beyond, to wait for the glimpse of that spirit-world from which only the frail wall of mortality divides even the least spiritual, to watch as it were for the Gate of Death to open and the great Revelation to flash for one blinding moment upon the dazzled eyes that may not grasp the meaning of what they see; this is to stand for a space within the very Sanctuary of God.

The awe of it and the wonder hung night and day over the little rose-covered house on the heath above the sea where Isabel was breathing forth the last of her broken earthly life.  Dinah moved in that strange atmosphere as one in a dream.  She spent most of her time with Scott in a silent companionship in which no worldly thoughts seemed to have any part.  The things of earth, all worry, all distress, were in abeyance, had sunk to such infinitesimal proportions that she was scarcely aware of them at all.  It was as though they had climbed the steep mountain with Isabel, and not till they turned again to descend could they be aware of those things which lay so far below.

Without Scott, both doubts and fears would have been her portion, but with him all terrors fell shadow-like away before her.  She hardly realized all that his presence meant to her during those days of waiting, but she leaned upon him instinctively as upon a sure support.  He never failed her.

Of Eustace she saw but little.  From the very first it was evident that his place was nearer to Isabel than Scott’s had ever been.  He did not shoulder Scott aside, but somehow as a matter of course he occupied the position that the younger brother had sought to fill for the past seven years.  It was natural, it was inevitable.  Dinah could have resented this superseding at the outset had she not seen how gladly Scott gave place.  Later she realized that the ground on which they stood was too holy for such considerations to have any weight with either brother.  They were united in the one supreme effort to make the way smooth for the sister who meant so much to them both; and during all those days of waiting Dinah never heard a harsh or impatient word upon the elder’s lips.  All arrogance, all hardness, seemed to have fallen away from him as he trod with them that mountain-path.  Even old Biddy realized the change and relented somewhat towards him though she never wholly brought herself to look upon him as an ally.

It was on a stormy evening at the beginning of July that Dinah was sitting alone in the little creeper-grown verandah watching the wonderful greens and purples of the sea when Eustace came soft-footed through the window behind her and sat down in a chair close by, which Scott had vacated a few minutes before.