Upon the day after her father's death he was at his very best, his kindest, and most gentle.

He was rather pathetic, having drunk nothing out of respect to the occasion; he felt, somewhere deep down in him, a persistent exaltation that his brother Charles was dead, but he knew that it was not decent to allow this feeling to conquer him and he was truly anxious to protect and comfort his niece so well as he was able.

Early in the afternoon he suggested that they should go for a walk.

Everything necessary had been done.

An answer to their telegram had been received from his sister Anne that she could not leave London until that night but would arrive at Clinton St.Mary station at half-past nine to-morrow morning.