Her self-command gave way at length, and she wept.
Hubert placed her gently in the chair and knelt beside her.

He could find no words, but once or twice raised his face and kissed her.
'What caused your illness ?' she asked, speaking as one wearied with suffering.

She lay back, and her eyes were closed.
'I cannot say,' he answered.

'Do not speak of me.

In your last letter there was no account of how he died.' 'It was in church, at the morning service.