TOGETHER On the afternoon of the first day after his arrival at the Abbey, some spirit in his feet moved Godfrey to go into the church.

As though by instinct, he went to the chancel, and stood there contemplating the brass of the nameless Plantagenet lady.

How long it was since he had looked upon her graven face and form draped in the stately habiliments of a bygone age! Then, he remembered with a pang, Isobel was with him, and they had seemed to be very near together.

Now there was no Isobel, and they were very far apart, both in the spirit and in the flesh.

For he had not heard of her return to England and imagined that she was still in Mexico, whence no tidings of her came to him.
There he stood among the dead, reflecting that we do not need to pass out of the body to know the meaning of death, since, as once Isobel had said herself, some separations are as bad, or worse.