3/22 I hoped you would come to-morrow.' 'I could not delay.' 'You have been sitting alone here since eleven!' 'I have not found it long.' 'You must want some refreshment... tea ?' 'I need nothing.' 'It can be made ready in a few minutes.' 'I could not eat or drink.' He tried to brush away the impression of the tomb in the heavily-curtained chamber by thinking of the summer-morn outside; he spoke of it, the rosy sky, the dewy grass, the piping birds. She listened, as one hearing of a quitted sphere. Alternately in his mind Death had vaster meanings and doubtfuller; Life cowered under the shadow or outshone it. He glanced from her to the figure in the bed, and she seemed swallowed. |