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He was well aware that this night must decide her fate , -- that her feeble frame could not much longer struggle with the disease that had almost vanquished it , -- and leaning his forehead against her hand , he silently prayed that God would speedily restore her to health , or give him additional grace to bear the bitter bereavement . She slept more quietly than she had been able to do for some days , and Dr. Grey sent for Robert , who was pacing the walk that led to the stables . They sat down together on the steps at the rear of the house , and the gardener asked in a frightened , husky tone , -- `` Is there bad news ? '' `` I see little change since noon , except that she is more quiet , which is certainly favorable ; but she is so very ill that I thought it best to consult you about several matters . Do you know whether she has made a will ? '' `` No , sir . How should I know it , even if she had ? ''