A young lady with fair hair, resting her elbows on the ledge of a large steamship quitting the shore, gazed at the already distant coast with eyes full of tears and regret.

Whom is she leaving behind?
Then the same young lady sitting by an open widow with a view of the sea, had fainted in an arm-chair; a letter she had dropped lay at her feet.

So he is dead! What despair! Visitors were generally much moved and charmed by the commonplace pathos of these obvious and sentimental works.

They were at once intelligible without question or explanation, and the poor women were to be pitied, though the nature of the grief of the more elegant of the two was not precisely known.

But this very doubt contributed to the sentiment.
She had, no doubt, lost her lover.