Page:The Prime Minister by Hall Caine.djvu/191

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
THE PRIME MINISTER
167

Margaret.
[As before.] The Kingdom—the Power—and the Glory!

Sir Robert.
But lie dowm now. The doctor will be here presently. You will recover. It will be well with you soon.

Margaret.
[Sinking back with a rapturous smile, but holding to his hand.] Yes, yes, it will be well with me—soon.

[The soft voices of the carol-singers swell up overhead.

Voices Overhead.
"Hark, the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King,
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled."

[Margaret listens, looking up, and then, still smiling, she closes her eyes.

[The voices die down. All the church bells of London seem to be ringing a joyful peal.


THE CURTAIN SLOWLY DESCENDS

PRINTED AT THE COMPLETE PRESS
WEST NORWOOD, LONDON, S.W.