laudanum, and looking on the sideboard, I found that the bottle which Mother's doctor
uses for her-- oh! did use--was empty. What am I to do? What am I to do? I am back in
the room with Mother. I cannot leave her, and I am alone, save for the sleeping
servants, whom some one has drugged. Alone with the dead! I dare not go out, for I can
hear the low howl of the wolf through the broken window.
The air seems full of specks, floating and circling in the draught from the window, and
the lights burn blue and dim. What am I to do? God shield me from harm this night! I
shall hide this paper in my breast, where they shall find it when they come to lay me out.
My dear mother gone! It is time that I go too. Goodbye, dear Arthur, if I should not
survive this night. God keep you, dear, and God help me!