There was no hint in what he said of his own passionate affection for his dead friends.

He was not a profaner of shrines.

But what he said brought out the vastness of Connie's loss in the death of her mother; and he repeated something of what he had heard from others of her utter physical and mental collapse after the double tragedy of the year before.
"Of course you'll know more about it than I do.

But one of the English doctors in Rome, who is a friend of mine, told me that they thought at one time they couldn't pull her through.

She seemed to have nothing else to live for." "Oh, I don't think it was as bad as that," said Alice drily.