Then she suddenly sprang forward and threw herself on her knees before Rudolf, her hands uplifted and resting on his shoulders.

She forgot our presence, and everything in the world, save her great dread of losing him again.
"Not again, Rudolf, my darling! Not again! Rudolf, I can't bear it again." Then she dropped her head on his knees and sobbed.
He raised his hand and gently stroked the gleaming hair.

But he did not look at her.

He gazed out at the garden, which grew dark and dreary in the gathering gloom.

His lips were tight set and his face pale and drawn.
I watched him for a moment, then I drew my wife away, and we sat down at a table some way off.