One of the women put her hand on the pall, to uncover the once lovely face of the murdered Marion.

Lady Helen hastily resisted the woman's motion, by laying her hand also upon the pall.

The chill of death struck through the velvet to her touch.

She turned pale; and waving her hand to the prior to begin, the bier was lowered by the priests into the tomb beneath.

As it descended, Helen sunk upon her knees, and the anthem for departed souls was raised.