The lamp and the remnants of the meal were on the table.

The two chairs stood side by side before the hearth, where the fire which he had covered up smouldered feebly.

He turned and went to his father's room.

He could not have explained how it was, but when he opened the door he was not surprised to see the old man lying quite still, dead, upon the bed.

His face was turned upwards, and on it was that strange look of emotionless peace which rests very often on the faces of the dead.