Sinking on her knees at the foot of his bed, she buried her face in the clothes, and wept like one inconsolable.

They led her from the room.

She seemed to be too much absorbed to know it was necessary for her to leave.

Next day she would steal into the chamber as often as she could, to weep over his remains, and ponder his last words to her.

She moved about the house like an automaton.