He was drowned in bathing, and it was Egremont who had to take the news up to The Chestnuts.

A few months later, there was another funeral from the house.

Mrs.Ormonde remained alone.
It was in this room that Egremont had waited for the mother's coming, that morning when he returned companionless from the beach.

He was then but two-and-twenty; big task was as terrible as a man can be called upon to perform.

Mrs.Ormonde had the strength to remember that; she shed no tears, uttered no lamentations.