But not Simeon; he could think only that his friend had been there and was gone.
At last the truth in some form must have come to him.

For he gave up the search and the hope, and lay down to die.

Food he would not touch; he neither moved nor made a sound.

When Adelaide took him up, he lifted dim tragic eyes to her for an instant, then sank back as if asleep.

One morning, they found him in Hiram's great arm chair, huddled in its depths, his head upon his knees, his hairy hands stiff against his cheeks.