About three o'clock
Electra is in the next room ; will you go in and speak to her ? '' `` No ; I will see her early in the morning . '' He left her to keep alone her solemn vigil ; and through the remaining hours of that starry June night she stirred not from the narrow cot -- kept her fingers on the sufferer 's fleeting pulse , her eyes on his whitening face . About three o'clock he moaned , struggled slightly , and looked intently at her . She gave him some brandy , and found that he swallowed with great difficulty . Slowly a half-hour rolled away ; Irene could barely feel the faint pulsation at Willie Walton 's wrist , and as she put her ear to his lips , a long , last shuddering sigh escaped him -- the battle of life was ended . Willie 's Relief had come .