ABSTRACT
After Philip had passed out of the room, Sylvia lay perfectly still, from very exhaustion. Her mother slept on, happily unconscious of all the turmoil that had taken place; yes, happily, though the heavy sleep was to end in death. But of this her daughter knew nothing, imagining that it was refreshing slumber, instead of an ebbing b of life. Both mother and daughter lay motionless till Phoebe entered the room to tell Sylvia that dinner was on the table.
