Seven o'clock
He tried to bear it ; he said to himself that he must be a man , that he had to live for his child 's sake . He tried to rise , but the strength of his manhood failed him . With a cry never forgotten by those who heard it , Lord Charlewood fell with his face on the ground . Seven o'clock . The full light of day was shining in the solemn chamber ; the faint golden sunbeams touched the beautiful white face , so still and solemn in death ; the white hands were folded , and lay motionless on the quiet heart . Kindly hands had brushed back the golden-brown hair ; some one had gathered purple chrysanthemums and laid them round the dead woman , so that she looked like a marble bride on a bed of flowers . Death wore no stern aspect there ; the agony and the torture , the dread and fear , were all forgotten ; there was nothing but the sweet smile of one at perfect rest .