He could scarcely remember the look of them.

His mind plunged lower and lower.

Their marriage seemed of no importance to him.

All things had turned to ghosts; the whole mass of the world was insubstantial vapor, surrounding the solitary spark in his mind, whose burning point he could remember, for it burnt no more.

He had once cherished a belief, and Katharine had embodied this belief, and she did so no longer.