Many hours later on the same Sunday evening a group of persons were gathered round one of the white and narrow beds in a large London hospital.  On this bed lay a bruised and dying girl.  The girl was Meg; the people who stood so close were Roy's father, holding Roy in his arms, Faith, and Hannah Searles.  Faith and Hannah were sobbing, but Warden, with dry eyes, knelt close, and when Meg at last opened her eyes he placed the baby hand of his little son in hers.