Then, with some eager impassioned words, in which she pronounced her ideas of what should be the religious duties of a woman, Mrs.Winterfield bade farewell to her niece.

After that, she had a longer interview with her nephew, and then it seemed that all worldly cares were over with her.
The Sunday was passed in all that blankness of funeral grief which is absolutely necessary on such occasions.

It cannot be said that either Clara or Captain Aylmer were stricken with any of that agony of woe which is produced on us by the death of those whom we have loved so well that we cannot bring ourselves to submit to part with them.

They were both truly sorry for their aunt, in the common parlance of the world; but their sorrow was of that modified sort which does not numb the heart, and make the surviving sufferer feel that there never can be a remedy.

Nevertheless, it demanded sad countenances, few words, and those spoken hardly above a whisper; an absence of all amusement and almost of all employment, and a full surrender to the trappings of woe.