“Try not to cough,” Dick said.

They could see her brows contract with the effort of will to control the irritating tickle that might precipitate a paroxysm.

“Oh Dear, come around where I can see you,” she said, when she opened her eyes.

The Chinese girl obeyed, moving blindly, so that Robinson, with a hand on her arm, was compelled to guide her.

“Good-by, Oh Dear. You’ve been very good to me always. And sometimes, maybe, I have not been good to you. I am sorry. Remember, Mr. Forrest will always be your father and your mother� . And all my jade is yours.”

She closed her eyes in token that the brief audience was over.