"I said I would be in to pour out your tea," said she; and then she sat herself down over against the teapot.
It was a silent meal, for people do not know what to say in those last minutes.

And Bernard, too, was there; proving how true is the adage which says, that two are company, but that three are not.

I think that Lily was wrong to come up on that last morning; but she would not hear of letting him start without seeing him, when her lover had begged her not to put herself to so much trouble.

Trouble! Would she not have sat up all night to see even the last of the top of his hat?
Then Bernard, muttering something about the horse, went away.

"I have only one minute to speak to you," said she, jumping up, "and I have been thinking all night of what I had to say.