Still, in this her distress they were ready to forget all this and extend the same cordial sympathy which they would have done in other cases.

There was but one person whose company she did crave at this time and this was her son, Godfrey.

So, when Alfred Turner offered to go for him the next morning, she accepted his offer with thanks.
At last she was left alone.

The servant had gone to bed, and there was no one but herself and her dead husband in the lower part of the house.

She no longer sat with her handkerchief pressed before her eyes.