"She is nothing to me.

If I speak to her, she is not there.

Shall I pour out my soul into the ear of a mist, a fume from my own brain?
Oh, cold creatures, ye are not what ye seem, and I will none of you!" With that, came her father, and stood beside the others, gazing upon her with still, cold eyes, expressing only a pale quiet.

She bowed her face on her hands, and would not regard him.

Even if he were alive, her heart was past being moved.