When this was the case, and there was no further room for doubt, Barnet left the chamber.

The blue evening smoke from Lucy's chimney had died down to an imperceptible stream, and as he walked about downstairs he murmured to himself, 'My wife was dead, and she is alive again.' It was not so with Downe.

After three hours' immersion his wife's body had been recovered, life, of course, being quite extinct.

Barnet on descending, went straight to his friend's house, and there learned the result.

Downe was helpless in his wild grief, occasionally even hysterical.