She was flesh and blood.

Evan stooped his head to catch a whisper from her mouth, but nothing save a heavier fall of the breath she took, as of one painfully waking, was heard.
A misery beyond our own is a wholesome picture for youth, and though we may not for the moment compare the deep with the lower deep, we, if we have a heart for outer sorrows, can forget ourselves in it.

Evan had just been accusing the heavens of conspiracy to disgrace him.

Those patient heavens had listened, as is their wont.

They had viewed and had not been disordered by his mental frenzies.