The news had travelled there already, and the first thing he sees is George outside the door as white as a sheet waiting for him.

Cloete just gives him a nod and they go in.

Mrs.
Harry stands at the head of the stairs, and, when she sees only these two coming up, flings her arms above her head and runs into her room.

Nobody had dared tell her, but not seeing her husband was enough.

Cloete hears an awful shriek.