She was strangely self-controlled.

All three stood looking at the wrapped form, which was that of a man.
'I shan't dare to look at him!' Mrs.Hood whispered.

'The doctor told me I wasn't to.

Oh, my husband!' With the sublime love of woman, conquering all dread, she dropped to her knees and laid her head on the pillow of the couch by the side of that head so closely shrouded.
'Thank God, Emily can't see this!' she groaned.
'Hadn't I better go up to her ?' one of the women asked.

Both of them stood at a distance.
'Yes, perhaps you had.