I don't want a single cloud to hang over our memories of this time.

I am happier than I have ever been in my life, and I want you and all of them to be very happy too.

I have set my mind upon that, and if I see a cloud on your face it will spoil it all." Still in spite of this she had hoped the doctor might have taken too gloomy a view of the case, and that Herbert Penfold's death might yet be a distant event.
And now it was all over.

Herbert Penfold was dead.

The heart that had beat so kindly for her was silenced forever.