I thought you would come with me to see him." He was more gentle with her than she had expected, and she led him away to the room which had been their own, and in which the child had died.
"Why here ?" he said, almost angrily, as he entered.
"I have had him here with me since you went." "He should not be here now," he said, shuddering.

"I wish he had been moved before I came.

I will not have this room any more; remember that." She led him up to the foot of the little cot, which stood close by the head of her own bed, and then she removed a handkerchief which lay upon the child's face.
"Oh, Hugh! oh, Hugh!" she said, and throwing her arms round his neck, she wept violently upon his breast.

For a few moments he did not disturb her, but stood looking at his boy's face.

"Hugh, Hugh," she repeated, "will you not be kind to me?
Do be kind to me.