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As the doctors had not thought there was any
immediate danger, and rather fancied that the
illness would be a lingering one, her friends had
thought it would be better to spare their
strength a little after several days’ constant
strain, and so they had gone to take some
rest, leaving the patient in charge of an
Elisabeth Sister.
And thus, this very night, the fatal hour
struck! Sonia was sound asleep when her
friends left her, but about two o’clock she awoke
to the last dreadful struggle. Her agony began;
she showed no signs of consciousness, could
neither move, nor talk, nor swallow. This lasted
for two hours. Just at the last moment one of
the two friends arrived whom the nurse had sent
for too late.
Alone,—alone with a strange nurse, who could
not even speak her language, she had to pass
through this last bitter strife. Who knows
what comfort a loved voice, a pressure of the
hand, might have been to her during these awful
two hours? I should have wished that a priest
had read the Russian Mass to her. With her
veneration for the Greek Church, as for all her
early recollections, those well-known tones might
have been soothing to her, if she could have
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