She reversed the order of the feast by commencing upon one of the cakes, to do honour to Mariandl's thoughtfulness.

As at their breakfast, they shared the last morsel.
'But we would have made it enough for our dear old dog Pluto as well, if he had lived,' said Carinthia, sighing with her thankfulness and compassionate regrets, a mixture often inspiring a tender babbling melancholy.

'Dogs' eyes have such a sick look of love.

He might have lived longer, though he was very old, only he could not survive the loss of father.

I know the finding of the body broke his heart.