Her walks were confined to a large room adjoining her chamber, and thence along the corridor to the chapel.
Her evening exercise was to walk, supported by the Countess of Montfort, to the altar of the Blessed Virgin, and observe the custom of her earliest youth, by leaving there a bunch of flowers.

She spent most of the day in a cushioned chair--she was too weak to kneel long.

She loved to sit in the sunlight, holding the countess's hand in her own attenuated fingers.

Then she would speak of her father and brother, and say that on the morrow they would surely be reunited.

She never mentioned sickness or pain; she saw her companion's tears falling fast at times, but she would only wipe them away with a smile and an embrace.