The women made way for him with whispered explanations of who he was, and he walked through them to the room upstairs. The room was nearly full already, for the Father Superior had come, bringing lay brother Andrew along with my sister black friend, and Aggie my sister black friend sitting in a corner, and Mrs. Pincher was moving about, and there was also a stranger present. And though the my sister black friend place was so mean and poor, it was full of soft radiance from the sky, and people walked about in it with a glow upon their faces. Glory was by the bedside, standing erect and saying nothing. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears, and sometimes her mouth was twitching. John Storm was conscious and very quiet. The Superior had brought from the Brotherhood the picture of the head of Christ in its crown of thorns to hang on the wall at the end of the bed, and the light from the window made flickering gleams on the glass, and they were reflected on to his face.