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 Gareth turned at last. Disregarding his father's presence, he looked at the nurse.

May I see my mother? he asked.

The next two days and nights seemed to Gareth the most horrible he had ever passed. Alone with his grief in the house with his father's grief, for which he had no respect, no sympathy, the strain became well-nigh unendurable. His grandmother and grandfather arrived from Keokuk. To these elderly people death was merely one of the expected incidentals of existence; they spoke of their daughter, recalling many episodes in her past, as casually as if she were sitting in the next room. Neighbours came in. The undertaker and his assistants, all dressed in black, blotted the rooms. There was a procession of boys with boxes of flowers.

On the afternoon of the day his mother died, Gareth had received a note from the Countess.

Gareth pressed this note to his lips fervently, while his face hardened into complete decision.

Lennie Colman, of course, came to see him, and