She had borne a great deal, she had not complained, but to be told that her presence would be a "butting in" upon the only living child of her only dead sister was more than even her fortitude could endure! No, she wouldn't take a glass of water, water would choke her.

No, she wouldn't lie down.

No, she wouldn't lower her voice.

What did hotel people matter to her?
What did anything matter?
She had come to the end.

Accustomed to ingratitude as she was, hardened to injustice and desertion, there were still limits-- There were.