"How fortable I am! That last fit of coughing has tired me a little; I feel as if I could sleep: but don"t leave me，Jane; I like to have you near me."

"I"ll stay with you，dear Helen: no one shall take me away."

"Are you warm，darling?"

"Yes."

"Good-night，Jane."

"Good-night，Helen."

She kissed me，and I her，and we both soon slumbered.

When I awoke it was day: an unusual movement roused me; I looked up; I was in somebody"s arms; the nurse held me; she was carrying me through the passage back to the dormitory. I was not reprimanded for leaving my bed; people had something else to think about; no explanation was afforded then to my many questions; but a day or two afterwards I learned that Miss Temple，on returning to her own room at dawn，had found me laid in the little crib; my face against Helen Burns"s shoulder，my arms round her neck. I was asleep，and Helen was-dead.

Her grave is in Brocklebridge churchyard: for fifteen years after her death it was only covered by a grassy mound; but now a grey marble tablet marks the spot，inscribed with her name，and the word "Resurgam."