"I am sorry, Miss Vance," he began, "that I can't really tell you anything more--" "You are very kind," she said, controlling herself and rising quickly.
"I thank you--thank you both very much." She turned to Mrs.March and shook hands with her and then with him.

"I might have known--I did know that there wasn't anything more for you to tell.

But at least I've found out from you that there was nothing, and now I can begin to bear what I must.

How are those poor creatures--his mother and father, his sisters?
Some day, I hope, I shall be ashamed to have postponed them to the thought of myself; but I can't pretend to be yet.

I could not come to the funeral; I wanted to." She addressed her question to Mrs.March, who answered: "I can understand.