The day had been fine, with a rather fierce sun shining until late in the afternoon, and long white clouds lying motionless in a deep blue sky, like celestial sand-banks in a celestial sea.  But the tender and tempered splendour of the evening had come at length, with the sun gone over the housetops to the northwest, and its solemn afterglow spreading round, like the wings of angels sweeping down.  London was unusually quiet after the roar and turmoil of the day.  The great city lay like a tired ocean.  And like an ocean it seemed to sleep, full of its living as well as its dead.

In a little square which stands on the fringe of the slums of Westminster, and has a well-worn church in the middle, and tenement houses, institutions, and workshops around its sides, a strange crowd had gathered.  It consisted for the greater part of persons who are generally thought to be beyond the sympathies of lifethe “priestesses of society,” who are the lowest among women.  But they stood there for hours in silence, or walked about with dazed looks, glancing up at the window of a room on the second story which glittered with the rays of the dying day.  Their friend and champion was near to his death in that room, and they were waiting for the last news of him.

The Prime Minister had kept his promise.  Walking across from Downing Street his face had been clouded, as if he was thinking out the riddles of the inscrutable Power which stood to him for God.  But when he came to the square, and looked round at the people, his eyes brightened and he went on with resignation and even content.  The women made way for him with whispered explanations of who he was, and he walked through them to the room upstairs.

The room was nearly full already, for the Father Superior had come, bringing lay brother Andrew along with him, and Aggie was sitting in a corner, and Mrs. Pincher was moving about, and there was also a stranger present.  And though the little place was so mean and poor, it was full of soft radiance from the sky, and people walked about in it with a glow upon their faces.

Glory was by the bedside, standing erect and saying nothing.  Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears, and sometimes her mouth was twitching.  John Storm was conscious and very quiet.  Holding Glory’s hand as if he could not part with it, he was looking around with the expression of the soldier who has done the fearful, perhaps the foolish and foolhardy thing and scaled the walls of the enemy.  He is lying with the enemy’s shot in his breast now, and with death in his eyes, but he is smiling proudly for all that, because he knows that the army is coming on.  The Superior had brought from the Brotherhood the picture of the head of Christ in its crown of thorns to hang on the wall at the end of the bed, and the light from the window made flickering gleams on the glass, and they were reflected on to his face.

Hardly anybody spoke.  As soon as the Prime Minister arrived he took a paper from his pocket and gave it to the stranger, who glanced at it and bowed.  Then they all gathered about the bed, and the Superior opened a book which he had carried in his hands, and in solemn accents began to read: 

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered together in the sight of God ”

Brother Andrew, who was kneeling at the foot of the bed, whined like a dog, and some women on the landing, who were peering in at the open door, whispered among themselves:  “It’s the Holy Communion!  Hush!”

John’s power did not fail him.  He made his responses in a clear voice, although his last strength was thrilling along the thread of life.  And Glory, when her turn came, was brave, too.  There was just a touch of the old hoarseness in her glorious voice, a slight quivering of the lids of her glistening eyes, and then she went on to the end without faltering.

“I, GLORY

“I, GLORY

“take thee, JOHN

“take thee, JOHN

“to my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward

“....to have and to hold from this day forward

“for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health

“....in sickness and in health

“to love, cherish, and obey, till death us do part

“....till death us do part

“....AMEN!”